one night my husband and i were out walking and we noticed this delicate shaped headboard lying in the curb. rusted nails poking out and in a terribly dark stain aside, i knew it had good bones.
a few hours later i had coated it with my favorite moss green shade of paint and sanded and distressed it a little with some crackle painting. hung over the entryway to my kitchen, i think it looks like a tiny peice of architectural beauty.
you just never know what you will find. the adventure lies in not the peice of junk that is waiting for you to transform, but how you will go about doing just that.