Here's a wooden high chair that my tuition kid's mother was throwing out! Wha- ?
Like a wet kitten stuck in a deep monsoon drain, I rescued it immediately.
It only had one flaw, but I didn't care. I could see its potential!
I painted it yellow. Yellow makes me happy. (I even painted my kitchen walls yellow - the shade was called Jovial!)
But I wasn't happy with the shade of yellow the paint shop had. I wanted something more mustard-yellow. No worries, it'll get fixed somehow.
I sanded to distress it - with an electric sander
which vibrates so badly you feel you've been
de-fragmented when you're done using it.
Then I used wood stain to stain it.
Now I was happy with the colour.
But still not happy-happy, you know? I wanted a second tier.
I had, some time earlier on, collected a thingy I found cast away under a tree (really! the things people throw away!)
Is this a headboard for a child's bed, or the railing of a cot, perhaps?
I knocked off the slats...
And nailed them to make my second tier.
And painted, sanded, distressed and wood stained the new tier.
Moral of this story: What's trash to someone is treasure to another.
Please don't throw things like this away! Call me. I'll come to their rescue.
I may not be faster than a speeding bullet
... or more powerful than a locomotive
... or able to leap tall buildings in a single bound
... I certainly do not wear blue onesies with red underwear on the outside
... but I can drive.
So how cute is this?
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