like, okay LOVE junk. I can't deny it. I often find myself looking at the old tobacco barns along the country roads here. Junk heaps! Cripes, I have to control myself to keep from stopping and putting every beautiful rust bit in the car. I love American Pickers, and sometimes I channel Fred Sanford. I'd love to have an old jalopy and spend my days looking for junk or wandering around in places like this:
This sitting along side the house in a sunny spot would be sweet.
Now we're talking!
This is just too cute. I bet I could put together something similar...hmm.