A few weeks ago, I found a lone horseshoe in my parents’ barn. It was incredibly dirty and rusty and definitely old. My parents don’t even have horses, so I know it’s old (though the looks alone were enough to tell me that). I almost left it to lie there for another 25 years or so, but I decided to pick it up. I had no concrete plans, but as an avid upcycler, I’m always thinking of new uses for old things.
Weeks later, I remembered a cool piece of weathered barn wood I had been saving for a special project. And now, after some extensive cleaning, sanding, painting and nailing, I finally have a unique piece of art that I can be proud of.