By the Roadside...

I have passed by stuff left for the trash man a 1000 times, but inspired by Evie in her quest to reuse, recyle, and refresh found objects, I decided to pick up this chair two doors down from me.  It was a speedy, fervent event. Me: hoping not to be seen.  I'll get over it.  The chair is far from amazing, but since I am in shabby chic apartment decorating mode, I thought I would run it by A, my daughter and occupant of her first college apartment and see what she thinks.  Since she has some black and cream stuff going on in her room (and who knows if this will even fit..) I thought I would paint it black.  I will probably try to go the lazy way and spray paint it, although from past experience I know this can be messy and drippy.  You will see in the second photo that one of the spindles is broken. I asked P, Mr. Reluctant Fixer, if he thought the spindle could be replaced.  He sort of shrugged and said why not just saw it off and no one will notice. Besides, it's just for a college apartment.  I am not convinced it cannot be fixed, but for the sake of expediency, we can just go that way.. So here is the chair with its boo-boo...