Some people might call me a hoarder. I can often be found pulling over to the side of the road to pick up old shutters, searching through the Good Will shelves to find the perfect vintage teacup, or keeping old scraps of fabric (in case I finally decide to sew that quilt that I've been meaning to start). These hoarding habits date back to a depression-era grandmother who still saves every scrap of food in a tuperware container, and a mother who would rather use that egg carton for her next craft project than toss it in the garbage. "One man's trash is another man's treasure," I can still hear my mother saying as we looked around our local antique stores and flea markets for the perfect find. From an early age my mother instilled in me a deep appreciation for all things reusable. It wasn't about seeing something's appearance, it was about seeing it's potentail. To this day I still love finding old things that I can make new again. As a thank you to my mom for giving me this gift of seeing the beauty in all things, I would like to dedicated this blog to her, and to all things repurposed!