July 7, 2012
I found more than a few treasures at the yard sales, and while I know that there are no yard sales in the winter here in Nova Scotia, I’m mindful of not building up a backlog of too many items.
But as the rain started to fall, we picked up the edge of a tarp and saw this.
At three dollars, I could not resist this empty old Singer Machine box. It was in pretty bad shape but came with the bottom, also in pretty bad shape:
That’s mold, if you are wondering. Steve was carrying the find to the car when he realized this. He’s a handy fellow and a great spider-killer but he does have a weak spot for mold. Poor thing.
We got the wretched thing back to the house, and I have cleaned it up with a little Circa 1850 and some oil.
As you can see, there is some damage, and because the key wasn’t working, someone installed hooks.
So what shall I do with this? Well Steve came upstairs and made a suggestion that left me so gleeful I have decided not to reveal it to you all, so as to make the surprise that much better. That said, the first person to leave a comment here that guesses our intention correctly, wins a small prize pack of cards and notes from my alter ego over at Wry and Ginger - and gets sworn to secrecy.
Post your ideas, and I’ll let you know if we have a winner!