Running Memories: An Interlude

I can’t resist collecting curbside treasures. 

And I’ve collect a plethora of discarded items, over the years, including:

Table linens

Decorative mirrors

Cork boards

Vases

Books

Side tables

Hanging racks

Filing cabinets

Couches

Children’s toys

Rolling carts

Wooden chairs

Wing back chairs

Club chairs

Lawn chairs

Rattan chairs

Mid Century chairs

Overstuffed 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.”

Vintage lights

Headboards

Storage cabinets

Baskets

Dishes

Bed frames

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.