Wood Bead Garland with Thrifted Vintage Finds

Handmade wood bead garland with vintage wooden curtain rings for fall or autumn decorating on mantel or shelf

The larger wood rings on this garland used to be curtain rings. I didn’t know what I was going to do with them at first, but they were calling to me from their hook in the antique mall (where they were hanging in a dusty clump). I almost left without them, but then turned back at the last second, unable to resist their charm. Now I love how they contrast with the other shapes and colors around them.

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Recycled Bathtub Veggie Garden

Recycled Bathtub Container Garden

I’m so excited to FINALLY have a vegetable garden in my backyard! For the past few years, my edible growing aspirations have been limited to a few herbs and the odd tomato plant – things I could easily grow in containers and barricade against the plethora of wildlife, ever venturing forth from their nearby forest habitat in search of tastier snacks. But when we decided to remodel our bathroom last year, we ended up with a large, unsightly (no antique, claw-foot beauty here) cast iron bathtub that sat forlornly in our backyard for several months, waiting to be disposed of. Then one day in early spring, while there was still snow on the ground and I was daydreaming about sprucing up my yard & sinking my hands into soft dirt, it dawned on me that the raised veggie garden I’d always wanted might be right under my nose…

I sat down, sketched out a rough design and asked my husband if he could build it for my birthday present in April. He must really love me because it took up the better part of his spare time for a good month, but now I have THIS beautiful, custom cedar piece in my backyard!!!

My tender plants are safe from greedy paws, which means not only will I actually get to enjoy the harvest I’ve labored towards, but I don’t have to mess with chemicals or other deterrents to keep unwanted animals away.

Watering and tending my garden is a breeze – with just a flip of the latch, the front doors swing wide open.

And it all started with a simple desire to make this monstrosity disappear…

Recycling Rocks!!! 🙂

The “Art” of Recycling

Something “new” I’m working on, out of foam stencils, coated in several decades of cracked spray paint and reclaimed wood from my neighbor’s old deck. Still just playing around, but I have big dreams of a rather large, custom art piece with hand painted details to hang over my couch. There’s something very calming about not only the process of making art, but also imagining ways to breathe new life into old objects, formerly destined for the dumpster.

Buried (in a dumpster) Treasure

Last month I was backing out of my parking space at work (a historic mansion currently undergoing renovations) when something sticking out of the dumpster caught my eye…before I could talk myself out of it, I’d dug up 11 vintage wood drawers + 1 matching chest, a metal bin and 2 planks of wood. I had just enough time to stuff them in the back of my car (narrowly avoiding ruining my dress clothes) and speed away to pick up my son from summer camp. Not everyone understands the thrill of such a find appearing right next to your empty car (ahem…my husband), but to the natural-born junkster, such a gift cannot be ignored.

And I’m happy to prove that I’ve since put *most of my discoveries to good use. My 5 year old son, Connor, immediately claimed the metal bin for his toy cars (smart kid). But I’ve turned 2 of the lovely, chippy drawers into functional & decorative storage boxes and the chest, which sits next to my kitchen table, is great place to keep paper plates, cups & napkins within easy reach for summer entertaining.


I love having such a convenient & well-lit spot to put reading material (with extra room for my coffee!) and even my husband can’t deny that his keys aren’t getting lost nearly as often. A thrifty find is always thrilling, but hands-down, nothing beats free!

*OK, so I still have no idea yet, what I’m going to do with the other 9 drawers or the planks of wood, but experience has taught me that if I wait long enough, inspiration will come. Until then, my “collection” is stashed safely out of the way in my basement laundry room.