The Junk Place

Truth be told, we currently have a junk place in our home and I do have photos of it, but they're saved for another day. This junk place is near where we take our French classes twice weekly. It is a sight to behold. I am both repulsed and fascinated by it. Every so often I will grin and bear it and have a wander around the outside -- the inside much less often.

Recently, the Engineer and I went because I saw this stool/table that I wanted to use for my prayer corner in our postage stamp sized bedroom. The reason I call it a stool/table is that I think it was a stool that was made into a table, by slapping a couple pieces of wood on it to make it just a little more functional as a table. It's currently a little worse for wear right now, but I'm not complaining because I got it for a song.

Hopefully over the weekend it will go into a metamorphosis and come out as a beautiful slightly better looking piece of furniture.

Meanwhile, here are a few photos I captured while at the junk place:

Old chair parts.

Perhaps if we were all taking Watkins Double Strength, we could eradicate all the nasty bugs going around these days.(I love how the original cork is still in the bottle).

An old gas oil mix jerry can.

I know my dad knows what these are, but do you? I think next week I might pick up a couple just because...

Lamps, lamps, and more lamps.

Last, but not least, the shades for your lamps! This was a closet stuffed absolutely full of them!