I became slightly obsessed with vintage yardsticks. After the Elephant Trunk flea market and tag sales in Northampton, Florence and Vermont, I finally amassed enough vintage yardsticks to actually do something with them. I loved the idea of putting them on a perfectly functioning but boring side table to jazz it up, like this.
Being the lawyer-minded person I am, I set out to follow the directions letter by letter, carefully laying out the yardsticks in a pattern on paper before making any decisions. But Gus does not take long naps, and I really wanted to do this. So I threw caution to the wind and just went for it. And they fit perfectly. I mean perfectly – not a inch of extra room.
I have one gorgeous yardstick left over from a bank in Holyoke. Stay tuned to see what happens to that one!