I didn't grow up on a farm, but there is something about industrial farming items that makes my heart swoon. I love troughs, barn wood, tools, chicken houses, and corrals. I don't actually have anything to corral other than two doxies and some teenagers, but I really do love a good corral. Though I might be onto something with the teenagers...
Last month my friend and I sold some of our pieces at the Junk Hippy Show. I was so proud of myself for not shopping the venue and coming home with more in my truck than I arrived with. As we were packing up I walked past the booth of the woman next to me, and there it sat.
To be perfectly honest I didn't really know quite what it was, but it was made of metal and wood, and looked farmy to me. Turns out I was right, it was a feeder. I bought it and brought it home to the very much anticipated, "What in the hell are you going to do with that?" from my darling husband. Truth is, I had no idea, but I knew it could be something great even if I couldn't buy a cow to eat out of it in our backyard.
I really would like to own a cow. Just think of all the time you'd save not having to mow. And the milk! Heavens to Betsy. Yes, I would totally name the cow Betsy.
Back to the feeder. This past week we have been getting the yard and house ready for a huge photo shoot that I am so excited to share with y'all a bit later. The feeder was sitting in the garage so I picked it up and carried it around room to room, as I do. I'm sure my family is used to sights like this, but my poor neighbors must think I'm a loon.
Since we were sprucing up the yard, and the feeder would have taken up way too much space in the bathroom as a towel holder (yes, I stood there in the bathroom for a full twenty minutes holding a feeder. No one but my husband understands the level of crazy that goes on over here) , I decided to turn it into a planter. Travis drilled some holes in the back and hung it up on the fence. We also drilled some holes on the underside for drainage. Nobody likes root rot.
We filled the feeder with potting soil and some various plants to give it a bit of colour. I tried to find something that would trail a bit, and all the plants had to be sun loving. I also threw in a bit of Rosemary. I adore Rosemary. On chicken especially....mmmm, chicken.
I think it adds a nice pop of colour to our little garden, and if a sweet cow just happened to show up it wouldn't hurt my feelings one little bit.
Last month my friend and I sold some of our pieces at the Junk Hippy Show. I was so proud of myself for not shopping the venue and coming home with more in my truck than I arrived with. As we were packing up I walked past the booth of the woman next to me, and there it sat.
To be perfectly honest I didn't really know quite what it was, but it was made of metal and wood, and looked farmy to me. Turns out I was right, it was a feeder. I bought it and brought it home to the very much anticipated, "What in the hell are you going to do with that?" from my darling husband. Truth is, I had no idea, but I knew it could be something great even if I couldn't buy a cow to eat out of it in our backyard.
I really would like to own a cow. Just think of all the time you'd save not having to mow. And the milk! Heavens to Betsy. Yes, I would totally name the cow Betsy.
Back to the feeder. This past week we have been getting the yard and house ready for a huge photo shoot that I am so excited to share with y'all a bit later. The feeder was sitting in the garage so I picked it up and carried it around room to room, as I do. I'm sure my family is used to sights like this, but my poor neighbors must think I'm a loon.
Since we were sprucing up the yard, and the feeder would have taken up way too much space in the bathroom as a towel holder (yes, I stood there in the bathroom for a full twenty minutes holding a feeder. No one but my husband understands the level of crazy that goes on over here) , I decided to turn it into a planter. Travis drilled some holes in the back and hung it up on the fence. We also drilled some holes on the underside for drainage. Nobody likes root rot.
I think it adds a nice pop of colour to our little garden, and if a sweet cow just happened to show up it wouldn't hurt my feelings one little bit.
Love it! Can't wait for the phot shoot!
ReplyDeleteI love i! It looks perfect on your fence. My husband would have reacted the same as your did. We are heading to an Amish mud sale this weekend and I can't wait to see what treasures I find and the reaction on my husbands face when I buy them.
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