
Then a few weeks ago there was movement at the station. Suddenly I noticed one day the back door was open! Then it stayed open for a few days and I started to get concerned - what if he was lying hurt or dead in there? But the next day, when I was resolved to gather up my courage and knock on the door (can anyone spell Boo Radley?) I was greeted by a couple of mattresses in the backyard (our fences are quite low so I could easily see the growing pile).
Over a few days this pile grew and grew. Then I met the owner - turns out he and the tenant had arranged for the house to be painted. And then, a couple of days after that, the owner was notified that the tenant was moving out. All we ever knew of him was that he kindly left a set of maracas and a tambourine on our front wall the day he moved out. Obviously he wasn't hard of hearing and knew they would find a good home with us!
So once the owner let loose inside the house, there was a general throw-out. And then, just last week, some items appeared that were quite decent looking. Not our style, but a couple of bookcases, a desk, a little buffet and some loungechairs with these cute footstools.

The other one I'm yet to cover but I think a funky purple floral flannel I have will do nicely and meet with a certain young child's approval.
1 comment:
that is so beautiful, i love the fabric, i love the littleness.
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