Humid days tend to be lazy days, but with all the rain the sunshine and, yes even the humidity, had me itching to get things done. It was one of those days when I jump from one thing to the next as an idea popped into my head.
What to do with these found things?
The first summer I was here I spotted what looked like a headboard being carried to the dumpster. It was in actuality part of a crib that was supposed to then convert to a full-sized bed.
I dragged it in and used it as my headboard. I got a lot of complements on it, but it didn’t quite line up with the bed frame. This resulted in it constantly hitting the wall no matter what I tried.
With finding a wooden bed frame when the university closed for summer I knew I would do something else with the the headboard I bad.
Today I finally took on that task. I tried to borrow a post digger, but my friend decided he would dig the hole for me.
I weeded the area, grabbed the Red Plum flyers by the mail boxes, planted a hibiscus plant, which is supposed to have pink flowers – my only choice was pink or white).
The area didn’t feel right, it needed more plantings. I grabbed the pot we pulled out of the dumpster last summer which I had filled with cosmos and forget-me-nots. They had died off in the late frost but are making a comeback. Now we have a whole new sitting area. Of course this means I ended up with another plastic pot. I’ll use it for another plant so it won’t be tossed out. So much for believing this would be a month of no plastic.
It was time to finally tackle the outdoor chairs we rescued from the trash last summer. The seat fabric had rotted and was tearing on every one of them.
There is a funny story from my teen years which led to an idea of how to create cheap seats on these. My grandparents had those aluminum folding outdoor chairs with the webbing. When they began to fall apart, my grandmother went out and bought a pattern book and several skeins of yarn in various colors to weave a new seat. I don’t recall how much she spent but it took her weeks to complete one chair. My grandfather refused to allow her to restore his chair, saying it cost more than the original chair to do it her way.
He had plenty of tools, including a pop rivet gun. He headed out to the junk yard and asked for the seat belts out of a few old cars. They never had anyone ask for the seat belts before and didn’t know what to charge him. They finally offered him all the seat belts he wanted for free if he would remove them himself.
His chair looked so much like the original chair no one knew what he had done, unless told.
I don’t have his tools or know anyone with a pop rivet gun, so I decided to use clothes line. The only clothes line I could find was polyester and very thin. I picked up 2 packages, 100 feet each. I planned to weave my seat just like my grandfather did.
Wanting a tight weave this is all the further I got when I ran out of the first clothes line.
Not good. My project would end up costing a fortune. I decided to space it out more and got this much done when the second package was empty. One neighbor tried this out and liked it, but I’m worried it won’t be comfortable for a bigger person. I need to give this more thought.
The knobs I ordered for the vanity arrived but I only received one of the two, before calling the company I checked and was only charged for one. Of course things could have been worse…
Early this summer I found a hose reel that I brought home so my neighbor would pick up the hose outside my apartment.
I was told it was missing a part and wasn’t useful. I took the old hose off and cut a few pieces off to use in the gardens to deter the deer. I was able to find a home for it when I was asked if I knew of a hose that could be used to hose off kids and dog after being at the beach. That left me with the reel.
Then I found a second reel. Again I was told it was broken. Frustrated I listed both on Freecycle this weekend.
I received a response right away. The gentleman who picked up the reels was so happy to have them, he had been looking for a couple for his business for a while. He mentioned he also saved computers and rebuilt them. I offered him my old tower, he turned me down but asked if I was going to need to access my information from the old hard drives. You bet I do. He informed me he had exactly what I needed and since I provided him with the hose reels he would return the favor and charge me nothing for the part I need.
I received a thank you from my daughter-in-law today. Do you remember the cabinet doors I worked on for 2 days in their new home?
My son, not wanting me to work too hard, kept telling me he could just paint the doors to match the walls, I’m too much of a perfectionist for that. He would never have had the patience for this task and with a 2-year old his wife would have taken longer to complete these doors. I don’t mind these types of jobs. They wanted me to know all my work was worth it as they loved how the doors turned out. Here they are hung.
Returning inside I found this from Jackie pondering if she could thrive in a barter society. Today showed me that yes we can survive, and well, in a bartering economy and at the same time it would consistently prove the goodness inherent in people.
What do you think, could you thrive in a barter economy and would you prefer it?