Stumped, revealed
Yesterday's photo was a close up of this bench.
It was Paul's toy work bench from his childhood. My mother-in-law had been using it as part of her Christmas decoration display all these years. On a visit in January, I found it in the pile of things that needed to go. I think she left it there on purpose, knowing that I wouldn't be able to let it go in the trash or recycling.
I'm known for collecting the family's precious "junk".
I truly do love this little bit of Paul's past and it works perfectly as our kitchen stool.
