This is such a tacky little stool. It's been stood on, sat on and hammered on. Once upon a time it was yellow, and then it was red and now it's a kinda rosey-reddy-pinky-dirty color!
It's a very special tacky little stool because I helped my Daddy build it when I was 7 or 8 years old. We painted it yellow and gave to my Mother so she could reach things. Momma was very short.
I remember that day so well.
It's been painted many times over the years and as you can see it's in serious need of another 'do-over.' Someday I'll get to that, for now the tacky little stool sets on the bakers rack on the back porch.
When I take the dog babies out each morning, I enjoy my flowers and I love that the tacky little stool brings back sweet memories of my daddy and a day long ago and far away.
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I love my tacky little stool.
A quote by J. M. Barrie.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.
Your stool is precious, Mary, and has such sweet memories behind it :) I hope all is well, dear friend. Hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteThe little stool is wonderful, just the way it is! We have a small stool the farmer made for our girls so they could reach the bathroom sink. It's never been painted and just sits in the cabinet beneath the sink. Perhaps it needs bringing out.
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't change a thing about your stool! It's perfect!
ReplyDeleteSweet comment, thank you!
DeleteOkay, now this is getting serious!!! I have a baker's rack on our back porch, too....and I helped my Daddy build a little bookcase that our daughter now owns!!! God blesses us with sweet memories....and sweet friends!!!
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