I can’t resist collecting curbside treasures.
And I’ve collect a plethora of discarded items, over the years, including:
Wing back chairs
Mid Century chairs
SO many chairs
I never pass up a chair
Once a mover commented,
“I’ve never seen so many random chairs in one house before.”
And more chairs
I spontaneously acquire items. There is never a plan.
I’m out on a run.
I spot a discarded item perched against the curb.
I jog over to investigate:
Cool, a funky ceramic swan.
That could look good on our dining room table.
My dopamine receptors activate, and before I know it,
I’ve tucked the fragile waterfowl under my arm
and am walking home.
Two coats of high gloss spray paint later,
the onyx bird perches majestically on a walnut side table.
I love her. She’s a keeper.
I think when I retire, I’ll open a resale store.
Obviously, I’ll specialize in refurbished chairs
and other repurposed accessories.
I’ll call my shop, Amy Loves Seats.