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.
I love my tacky little stool.
A quote by J. M. Barrie.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.