I can’t help it. And my husband encourages it. He brings things home he knows I’ll make a project of. When I dragged the rusty white cart from behind the barn where he’d put it he said, “the wheel’s broken”.
“That’s okay. I’m not planning on wheeling it around all over the yard.”
Now, freshly painted, it’s decorating one side of our patio, in a little area with rocks and plants.
This is a win.