I’m not partial to hoarding any old tat that’s left homeless on my local pavements and thank God really or I’d have such beauties as suspiciously-stained mattresses, legless DVD cabinets and one-eyed dollies lying around our house (and don’t even get me started on all the ‘presents’ the harem of dogs leave over every square inch of my neighbourhood – one day, ONE DAY, I will start a dog crap policing service!).
So, last week, whilst on my third attempt to reverse park outside the house, I spied a good’un - a wooden Ercol-ish chair sitting outside my neighbour’s house that I was drawn to kidnapping immediately. Unused to pavement-dumping of such quality, suspicion compelled me to text said neighbour in case she’d left it out there in the sun whilst doing a room reshuffle and then come to reclaim it before realising some sneaky git had snaffled it from under her nose.
And so it has become my new year ‘project’ with plans to bring it back to life with a good dollop of posh grey paint and a dip-dye effect on the legs in a bright turquoisey colour, which looks great in interior magazines I’ve nicked the idea from but may just look like I've accidentally dropped a load of the wrong colour paint on it, when I embark on my attempt. The longer I leave it though, the more Mr B thinks it's yet another area of bedroom in which to pile up mounds of dirty clothes.
Watch this space…