A few months ago, I was driving home from work, and turned into the alley behind our place. There are a few dumpsters to the left before our garage where homeless people sleep, hoard things, and get first pick of "fresh trash." On this day, my husband jumps out in front of my car yelling that he got to the treasures in the trash before all those homeless people. Oh Lee, we can go to the store if you're hungry...please stop eating trash. Instead, in his hands were these old window panes. I grabbed one and we trekked them over to our place. I hated to admit that I liked them and that I agreed (to myself) that they would look super dope on our wall after a little routine maintenance. We painted them blue, sanded them down, (all Lee's suggestions, btw) then hung them on our wall. What's the saying about one mans treasures? One mans trash is another mans wall art.
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