Bikes, birdbaths and baskets ...
What do these items have in common?
Well .. with the flick of a hammer and a little dab of rust, they become “yard junk”. Yard Junk ... you know, those imperfect, dinged up interesting pieces that fall into the hands of someone like my mom, who hides them in her garden and re-names them “art”.
Mom is particularly fond of yard junk and to shop with her is an exercise in spying the perfect qualifying item.
Me: “How about this nice sculpture?”
Mom: “No ... too immaculate.”
Me: “Look Mom, a pretty flower in a terra cotta pot ... ???”
Mom: “No ... too common, everyone does that.”
Me: “Hey, look what I found ... a gazing ball!”
Mom: “Nope ... not enough experience ... Wait ... look here ... a boat. It is broken, it’s flawed, it’s used, it has holes and its’ paint is all chipped, but outside my breakfast nook window it will be the crown jewel.”
... And it is!!!
Her fine collection has earned her garden a spot on the Missoula Garden Tour as well as a host location for the “First Annual (and then whenever they feel like it) Promise Stitch Gathering” - a not so well known yet quite prestigious event - if - of course you are a promise stitcher.
My point being ... I think Mom is on to something, and my shop is the perfect place to buy, sell, recycle, convert and re-home your old ... umm ... “stuff”, into fresh new interesting “garden art” or “yard junk” if you will!
Swing by my shop and I’ll help you start your own collection of yard junk!
P.S. An FYI from the expert ... old couches on the front porch are not yard junk, but the stuff in this picture is!
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