Rather than doing the 5000 things I actually need to do, I spent my afternoon in Columbia, Tennessee. I don't know what it is about that area, but they have antique stores galore.
This little beauty is what initially drew me there.
It is a really old Coca-Cola bottle crate. I'm thinking about cutting the dividers out, lining it and using it as a planter! I want to put some plants in it that have real shallow roots and don't require tons of water or sun. The area on my table I want it to sit at does not get a ton of direct sun light, so my previous sun-loving plant died.
While I was browsing the freezing cold, dimly lit store, I stumbled upon this chair. Literally. I tripped over some rusted metal on the floor. I'm kinda a clutz.
It was only 5 bucks, so I figured why not. It was dirty, chippy, and cheap. Its really not so grey-blue looking, but I don't have one of those fancy cameras and the lighting is not the best in my house at night.
Currently, I'm using it to fill the empty space in my living room. You can kind of see the space up here.
So I climbed up the ladder:
Then back down the ladder:
About 1000 times. Good thing I didn't fall. Nobody was home but me. I probably would have sat on the floor crying for 4 hours until the hubby got home from work.
So here's the chair all by it's lonesome.
It didn't tilt forward enough, so I rigged it with books. You can't see this unless you're on a ladder or 8 feet tall. I don't have any 8 foot tall friends, so I'm good.
I decided to add my Grandpa's and Dad's old Epiphone guitar that was currently in the corner of the living room.
I tried it like this:
I threw my yardsale lantern in too.
I doubt I will keep it like this, cause I don't love it. And I'm incredibly compulsive. What I would REALLY like to do is put an old, tattered window up on that bare wall. Then add something else. Who knows what.