Last week as I was walking down the alley to my house I noticed this:
The next day it was still there, so I took it and did this:
Moral of the story:
I went dumpster-diving.
Right now Nick is somewhere far, far away and cringing in mortification. There was really no diving involved, nor a dumpster, as the chair was simply resting next to the neighbor’s garbage cans. I cleaned it up and painted it. It’s a crime for a little wooden rocking chair to be so cute, no?
Now if I could just figure out what this nagging foaming of the mouth is…
Fun factor: 9