




Lonely, they sat, Waiting for our arrival. "Take me, make me into something." For more than a decade, they sat. So many it was overwhelming. After making space, we could see It would take work and a vision. Wood lying around we found Became a couch and a chair, Combined with the faux leather, gave it a comfy flair. Display cases cried for a life in the kitchen. "Okay, okay, just stop your bitchin." An old desk wanted to join the cases; That was easy amidst all the places. Even sewing machine stands found their home. In our home, nothing gets left behind or is alone. We bring it to life and then find its own home. We try to not buy new; if you can see the potential, A vision, we get to work bringing it back to life, Adding to what we’ve already brought to our home. Each up-cycled piece adds something. Combined together, this is what makes a home— Our unique home.







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