l’histoire se répète!  Yep, History repeats itself.  What does history and my junque have to do with each other?  The answer is……..My garage is a mess and I can’t fit my car in there anymore!

Remember I bared all to you last year?  I publicly shamed myself into cleaning up this mess.  I DID clean it up.  I fixed it up, SOLD IT! Donated it, or got rid of what was truly not salvageable.  But is it my fault that the junque just keeps on coming?  Non!

Here is the new mess:

I am more selective in my pickings.  I stopped bringing home every homeless, decent looking wood pallet, (when I realized there were enough pallets just in a 5 mile radius from my home to cover my home).  I stopped bringing home cheap things that were more work than they were worth to save.  But I still keep finding stuff!

During this past year of  “honing” my junquing skills, I have developed a 6th sense.  You see, my junque “talks” to me.  It tells me it woes and sad stories of being dumped, trashed and terribly mistreated.

This week my junque was jabbering away!

A quick drive behind some stores and I spied this lamp:

Apparently, it wasn’t illuminating enough and someone cut the cord to punish it.

I found this little weird thing.  It didn’t speak English, so I am not sure what it is.  A Printer’s box? It was pretty much an open and shut case that I would take it home.

Open….

Shut:

This GIANT double fold out bulletin board with giant white board in the middle.  They all need to be separated and given individual style and worth. When the bulletin boards are folded in, they smother the white board.  The white board can’t breathe. The bulletin boards are just left in the dark. Leaving a cold, hard exterior.  I found the whole thing to be very close minded.  I will strive to open it up to new possibilities.

This Coffee table had been maimed and left to die.  Apparently it preferred Decaf.  The previous owner got really cranky on the Caffeine withdrawal and finally threw the whole thing out.

This poor girl. She started off life uber cool with the frosted glass cabinet doors and modern funky legs.  Not long after she went home, she lost hers edge.  Her doors started to sag.  Her legs started to go and she couldn’t show them off anymore. She became yesterday’s news and was replaced by a hot new chick from Ikea.  I had to take her home to show her she can live a new and happy life with a new top, some plastic surgery to repair the side, and maybe we can do something to help with those legs.

I never shut the door on a cupboard door.  There are endless uses for these guys.

And last not but not least, Heart Break Head Board.  This is a private story between the headboard and me.  All I can tell you was that she was so down, she lost a lost a leg to stand on.  She was so happy to have a chance to live out her life as a reinvented coat rack and message center.

I am headed out to the garage to sort out my salvageables.   Emma is coming to assist.  I will let you know if we hear anymore trash talk.  I imagine there will be plenty.