I stalked garage sales, Craigslist, and thrift stores for one of these:
Or one of these:
But definitely not something like this:
It looks like a butt, or worse: boobies! I'm sure a bachelor would love a rack like this. Get it?! Rack?? #icrackmyselfup. But it would never work for us. Poodie and the boys would constantly be laughing and making jokes. OK, honestly, I would be too. "Hey, go get some firewood from the giant butt on the front porch."
Anyhoo. Years of searching for something was getting me nowhere. I didn't want to pay retail. I was holding out for something vintage and/or unique. The cheaper, the better. I had given up and resigned myself to one more winter of a messy pile of wood on the porch or in the wheelbarrow in the flowerbed.
Until last week.
My brother in law, who just bought an absolutely disastrous piece of property near us, was out there clearing away the garbage and blackberry bushes, and sent me a text.
"Found an old metal rack buried out here. Do you want it?" He knows I like old rusted dented things. I told him I'd take a look next time I was out there.
When I saw it, I jumped up & down and clapped my hands. It was perfect!! An old icky ski rack from a local sporting goods store. I couldn't believe it!!
It is now living happily on my porch. Poodie filled it with firewood, just so. He does like to indulge me sometimes, especially when I find something FREE that suits my fancy and doesn't embarrass him.
Could it be any cuter??!?
The moral of the story? I am learning to hold out for what I truly have in mind, instead of settling for something I don't love just to finish a project and move on. Yay! Now if only I can keep this up for the rest of the house.