I was driving back from Target the other evening, making my way up a steep, winding hill on my way home, when I spotted a grouping of chairs set on the side of the road. There was a home made sign taped to them...."Free" it said, and I drove on. "I have too much on my plate right now" I said to my self. "I don't have time for another project" I reasoned. "I already have way too many chairs" I muttered. But before I could say "hand sander" or "staple gun" and before I really knew what I was doing, I had whipped that truck around and headed back down the hill. Yes, I said truck, I had left my own beautiful car at home and just happen to be driving the old truck we keep for hauling stuff and for loaning to friends who are moving. Those chairs were meant to be mine, they were just waiting for me and my truck to roll by and take them home. They are sturdy, made of solid, hard wood and the removable seats are just begging for an infusion of lovely fabric. I could not leave them behind. I threw them in to the back of the truck and was on my way, up the road to yet another chair project! The gods of free stuff were smiling on me that day.