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For those of you who do not know what a curb sale is, it means taking something out of the trash or off of the curb. One man’s junk truly is one woman’s treasure in my book. A good deal of my cache comes out of the trash. Douglas used to cringe when I would call him and ask him if he could pick something up in his truck, because he knew that it was most likely is sitting on the curb somewhere. Of course, the good husband that he is, he often finds things now on his runs or bike rides, and he is the one telling me about them. Then again, yesterday on the way to a friend’s house, he covered my eyes when we passed a big pile of possible treasures on the side of the road. Sigh.
So, on Monday, I teased you with this picture. I was working on two projects that day.
One of my projects was to paint the frame of a mirror that I found on the curb while living in Manhattan.
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Cape of Dreams 