After my parents passed, I ended up with the ironing board because I couldn't bear to let it end up in the trash heap and because of the memories attached to it. It spent a lot of time in storage. I used it outdoors for one summer as a garden prop and it went back into storage again. It came out last summer when I used it to display my collection of watering cans for a garden tour. After browsing through some blogs I saw the beginning of an idea and the ironing board found it's place in 'my hall of memory fame.'
In the laundry, of course!
Our laundry is very narrow and it's impossible to get a direct picture but one gets the idea.
I'm as pleased as punch with it!
Now I think fondly of ironing my brother's shirts and can still hear
my mother's voice giving instructions in the art of ironing.
Because we grew up six boys and six girls in my family,
it made sense to use the number twelve to give it a lovely finish.
Folded up, the back is an art in itself and could be displayed like this as well. I am thinking of cutting the legs off so it hangs flat against the wall but that's still undecided. There are no screws to take out; rather it's a kind of welded (?) bolt on it so I used plastic ties to keep the legs together.
The weathered finish is just gorgeous! Product of the natural aging from the summers spent outdoors.
and didn't bother about being particular filling it all in.
It got a good sanding to finish it off. I'm totally, totally pleased with it
and it comes under my idea of rustic glamour!
What do you think...
let it as is?
cut the legs off?
(wonder what my mother would say if she'd see it now?)