This is a story about decorating and learning and trash to treasuring and discovering amazing that’s worthy of the Hallmark channel.
It has all the things.
And of course…
Are you ready for a little tale of life and love and obstacles and things that were broken and destined for the trash pile and yet somehow, someway they learned to love again?
Several months ago the ladder that pulls down to our attic broke. It was already a little precarious to start with. When you pulled it down it would kind of limp to one side and the other part wouldn’t match up and then you’d push the two parts together and grab the metal handle and say your prayers and start the climb.
One day I reached up to pull down the ladder and it swung to one side. I valiantly tried to put it back in place, but it wouldn’t fit. When my husband came home, he looked at it precariously hanging in place. Then he reached up and removed the final two bolts holding it in place.
And with a creak and a snap.
The ladder was no more.
Some people that live in other houses would have immediately replaced it.
Or called handyman’s r us and had it fixed.
We carried the ladder outside and put it by the side of the house next to the pile of trash that heads to the dump every month.
And decided going into attics was totally overrated.
(total story aside: We actually have made one trip to the attic for fall decorations that involved huffing and puffing and eye rolls and me pleading for my pumpkins and my husband lugging a giant extension ladder up the stairs and getting into the attic that way.)
But I digress.
And there the ladder sat.
In the rain and the mist and the dirt and the hot sun and the wind.
Hour after hour.
Day after day.
Week after week.
Just like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly.
IT GOT CUTE.
All that weathering? All that sun? All that rain? All that dirt?
It worked wonders and just like the girl in the Hallmark movie who got a new haircut and took off her glasses and went shopping with her best friend at a boutique where all the clothes were cute…
…the ladder transformed itself into something that looks like the pilgrims carried it off the Mayflower.
One day I was walking back from the car and saw the edge of the wood peeking out from behind the house.
What is THAT? I asked myself.
I turned the corner and saw the ladder and fell in love and gave it a hug and asked where it had been all my life and did it want to come inside and have coffee in the living room.
It bashfully said yes.
And that it had been waiting for me to notice it and that coffee sounded wonderful.
I cleaned it off and wiped it down and brought it inside and placed against the wall and gave it a blanket.
It keeps me company.
And looks so cute.
And watches all the Hallmark movies with me.
I know, right?
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
The total irony of that statement isn’t lost on me either. 🙂
PS When Whitney stopped by the other day to bring me those adorable sweater pumpkins?
She brought this cute box that she made.
Isn’t it cute?
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