Move over Madea!

I've done it now.

I've officially moved up the ranks from a run-of-the-mill junk collector

 to a full-fledged roadside scavenger.

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It all began innocently enough with an evening bike ride to a nearby mine pit

 when out of the blue it appeared.  A threefer!

The second one I've seen in less than 6 months.  What are the odds?!

(three' fer:   3 pieces of free junk in the same place)

We inched our bikes close enough for me to smell inspect the

curbside inhabitants.  Na.  Too stinky.  Too heavy.  Too much work.  I'll pass.

Well, night after night they sat there on that lonely corner taunting me

until I could take it no more!!!   I informed my moving partner that the time had

come to save them from their final resting place at the city landfill.

That's when my voice of reason (Bill) kicked in.

"What is the matter with you?!  You can't just take that stuff! 

 You have to knock on their door and ask if it's free for the taking. 

 And furthermore, I want no part of it.

You could be arrested!"

Now, as much as I love Madea,

(Tyler Perry surely modeled her

character after my Baba.)

I wasn't too keen on

becoming her cellmate.

And I didn't want my name

in the Police Report section

of our small town newspaper, either.

Dejected, I pedaled my bike home.

But I couldn't forget about that junk.  They haunted my dreams and every waking moment.

I had to have them!!!

While the voice of reason was golfing, I hopped in my car and drove

the now familiar route to the treasures.  Heart pounding, I got out, walked right up

to the metal gate and .......woah!

That heavy duty chain attached to the steps and the big

dog dish next to it did NOT belong to Toto!

what to do.....what to do.....

I spotted a neighbor across the street and walked over

 to get the skinny on the junk.

"Oh, yeah, you can take that stuff.  She puts the garbage she

doesn't want to haul to the dump out by the street."

Bingo!

I hefted that junk into my car, buckled my dirty self in, and peeled cautiously drove home

while checking for the po po in my rearview mirror.

 I suppose you want to see what I found. 

 All righty.

After all this time, this is what I conjured up in my mind.

Time for a reality check.  Here's what I brought home.

Now before you start shaking your head, use your imagination!

I found this picture on our daughter Julie's Pinterest board.

Can you see it?  Can I transform my piece of junk into something like this for Mack?

(Quit rolling your eyes, Jeremy.)

Am I up to the challenge?

It remains to be seen.

Remember, this was a threefer.  The next 2 items are a matched set.

The larger of the two kitchen cabinets.

One of the drawers needs to be glued, but other than

that (and the smell), it's in pretty good condition.

Porcelain top with one little blemish in front, original hardware,

vintage cookie cutters in the drawers.  Not bad.

I saw a spiffed up version at Junk Bonanza for $160!

Its smaller sister.

  If you like chippy white paint

with green underneath, feast your eyes on this....

Yup, that's the original paint color peeking out from behind the peeling

white paint.  The missing glass knobs are still in the drawers.

And not a syringe or tourniquet to be found!

You may be wondering what I'm going to do with these two cabinets.

I have absolutely no idea!

I may be opening my "Stinky Sister" shop sooner than planned.

Thanks for stopping by to read the latest adventure in the life of

Stinky Vickie.