Day 25: One man’s trash is probably my treasure!

My husband found these letters at work and they were being thrown away so he brought them home for me.

AWESOME HUSBAND OR WHAT?

Now, if you don’t know him, I’d like to explain what this means.  For YEARS, I dragged him to flea markets.  He would walk around and say, “This is crap”. For YEARS, I brought home junk from the side of the road with a grand plan to fix it up.  I have made him go into homes that are being torn down to get down old chandeliers.  And then had the audacity to ask him to rewire them.

I had a furniture painting business and he used to have to haul armoires back and forth and help me lug tables and chairs out of people’s basements.  He played along but it wasn’t always pretty.

One time, as he stood looking in the garage at all of the old furniture and salvaged materials and paints and tools he was exasperated.  He threw his hands up in the air and said, “This looks like Sanford and Son! It’s a mess!”

So for his birthday that year, I got it all out and had the special garage floor put down AND had organizers hung on the wall.  I thought he was going to lose it.  He literally had a tear in his eye and told me that’s the nicest thing I’d ever done for him.  (I know, pretty scary if that’s true.)

Anyway, we have come full circle.  He salvaged those letters for me.

I am grateful.