Over the course of years, one room in particular, had served many purporses, but ultimately became that “closet that nobody ever sees”. A dump-and-catch-all where, ocassionally, the door would be opened, something past-use would be deposited some-where and the door closed behind. Disused, dark, damp and dank, the old room got a good washing, priming, painting and the windows that had become “drafty”, to say the least, were re-glazed.
In the reclamation of the old barn, MANY old chairs were discovered in, with and amongst the scrap and chafe. Most of them had been hidden in the barn with broken legs, backs, slats and were actually irreparable. All of them had, over the course of years of neglect, become dried and in some cases, even brittle. But there were two that managed to be salvaged and “rustically” restored to where they once again provided a wonderful place to sit, read, and contemplate (usually the next project that waited round the next passing of the clock hands).
It was said that the old gate was about 20 years old. But it had gotten little attention after installation and, well, as the years passed, the lumber and screws began to give way. Repair? There were scraps of lumber in the barn that served the need very well indeed. So, with “Zero-Budget”, the old gate was given new strength. (It was, subsequently, given a few good coats of white primer and was looking very well indeed for a while. Unfortunately, the temper of 30-something year old tenant proved mightier than the repairs and sadly, the gate now lays post-side. But for a while, it brightened the entrance to the berries.)
What does one do with old living-room furniture when it’s become worn, torn and faded? Toss it, of course. Ah, but since this old piece wasn’t worth reupholstering, disposal presented a bit of a dilemma. So I got to removing the fabric and stuffing and was left with what appeared to be a perfectly useful frame! An old wooden door from the old barn served-well as the seat and for the back, the slats from some pallets that had given under the stress of the stacked pellets in the wood-shed. A bit of baling twine to attach and space the back slats and from an old bit of “love seat” whose “love” had seemed faded and gone, a new “love-bench” appeared… and fit perfectly well in the newly reclaimed garden in the back yard… just beside the DIY fire-pit.