When on a whim, Elizabeth and I decided to rent the booth, Mr.58 jumped right in. He has become the ultimate repurposer, refinisher, truck driver and treasure picker. He sacrificed his garden this spring and instead polished his skills in the paint department. The heifer shed, located in the pasture, became the workshop and even his bulls seem amazed at his new found proficiency with a can of spray paint. You can find them standing at the door or gazing in the window as he turns the latest find into a piece of inventory.
He has become very sharp at choosing the chippy, tarnished, stained piece, even if he says he still doesn't "get it"! Last weekend at a rummage sale he went to the left while I went to the right. When we met at the check-out he claimed the prize..he had found an ironstone teapot and a large tarnished tray....We couldn't do it without Mr. 58.
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