This is the story of the best trash-to-treasure project ever.
In the history of ever.
If this is your first time visiting I need to introduce you to my brother.
Just in case I haven’t mentioned it before, his name is Mark and he’s amazing.
This is the brother of the pallet wood letter and the pallet wood letter the second verse and the pallet wood clock and the pallet wood boxes that look like people.
Do you see a trend?
Suffice it to say he has never met a piece of pallet wood he didn’t like.
He made this table. I know it looks all simple and plain and a little ordinary, but really?
It’s a trash-to-treasure project in disguise.
Simply look at the top.
It’s completely made up of pallet wood.
Wood that looks like this.
The wood they toss.
The wood you see sitting out by the dumpsters.
The wood that most people see as junk.
But my brother?
He doesn’t see trash. He sees all the wonderful potential.
Look at the patina and how the pieces fit together and the wood that someone else was going to get rid of is now a piece of art.
I still remember the first time he showed me this table all those years ago. He brought it in sheepishly and put it down and shrugged his shoulders and told me he made me something different than anything he’d ever made before.
And he wasn’t sure if I’d like it.
It was different.
And a little random.
And rough around the edges.
And I smiled and jumped up and down and awkwardly dolphin clapped and told him I loved it.
And then I took another look and told him it reminded me of……
If I’m keeping it real here there are so many times when I doubt myself and my projects and my decorating and my questionable workout bell bottom pant choice and I then I see someone newer and shinier with perfect teeth and perfect hair and the appearance of perfection and birds singing around their head and rose petals dropping when they walk.
And I try to tell myself I’m amazing.
I really, really try.
I remind myself of amazing things I’ve done and that really good hair day I had a week ago and the project I finished that at the time seemed worthy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
But inside I shrink.
Self-doubt creeps in.
And amazing seems light years away.
Maybe that’s why I identified with the table.
It’s kind of like me without the bell-bottom workout pants.
Different. Random. A little rough around the edges.
But all those scraps and random bits of absolute nonsense? Together they create joy and uniqueness and imperfection and character and a one-of-a-kind personality.
And I realized that somewhere along the way….
….a little bit of amazing just showed up.
PS I told you this trash-to-treasure tale because now? There’s another chapter to this table’s story.
It’s packed in the back of the car right now heading to Baylor.
The twins and I decided they needed a daily reminder that they were amazing too. 🙂
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