One man’s trash is, indeed, another (wo)man’s treasure! One chilly Monday morning as we were drinking coffee on the front porch, a friend pulled up in our alley. Their family had been cleaning out the garage over the weekend, and his wife “encouraged” him to get rid of some things that had been lying around. So, he brought this vintage 1905 (same year The Good House was built) port box by (along with another item I’ll share later) – and did I want it? Um, yes. Very much. I take it as further proof that I am destined to visit the home of my new pal Holly‘s mother in Portugal, which has been on my bucket list for a decade. Obrigado, Steve & Brooke!
Around here, it has to be almost Wordless Wednesday, because I can’t really live without words. I’m using these posts to share a few of the small but meaningful things around our home – the fond memories, tattered remnants and found objects that make me smile.
