It never fails; when I drag some dirty chunk of metal from a bucket at a yard sale, or dust off a forgotten and forlorn little something at the Re-Store, the person next to me asks "what are you going to do with that?!"
Confession time: I have a chronic case of rusty love. If it's dirty, dusty, rusty & dented, it's usually coming home with me, even though I rarely know what to do with it at the time. I just know if it catches my eye and captures my heart, that it will eventually find the perfect place in our home.
I know that many folks prefer the shiny, the slick, the brand new from the store, but the reason I choose well-worn is simple~ you can trust rust. There is something about a house filled with found treasures that lets you know that you can relax, that no one is going to walk by and tell you to take your feet off the coffee table. Feel free to run and yell and goof off, this house is fun. I couldn't care less if you wear your shoes inside, and I don't think I could find a coaster for your drink if you paid me.
So I will continue to hunt for the one-of-a-kind, and May my home always be rusty, chippy, a little bit kooky, and always filled with love and warmth to welcome friends….
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