Earlier this year, my friend and I went on a treasure hunting trip, and we both spotted this bench at the same time. Old, chipping, weathered beauty. While new is all well and good, there’s something I like about knowing a piece has history. Somebody loved it enough to paint it and then repaint it at one point.
When I brought it home, the first thing my husband asked is “what are you going to do to that?” Well, not one thing. It’s perfectly imperfect. How I love to confuse him! ;)
I also found these burlap coffee sacks on the same trip and had them made into pillows.