Ta-da It's A Bench, Sort Of

What incredible luck. I didn't have to leave the yard to find the final piece for my garden bench. I found a piece right in my own workshop ... and trust me, it must have been cosmic karma because so much stuff got tossed in there over the winter that it's hard to wade through it. (I sometimes think my workshop is the dumping grounds for all the stuff the Hoarders TV show tosses out.)

I also found these hand-painted flower pots in there. I did these about six years ago and used them for a couple of years. They look kind of sad, don't they? That's okay though because I'll spruce them up sometime soon.

Meanwhile, I'm heading off to Lowes to see what kind of desert friendly potted plants will look good on my mistresspiece (That's the female version of masterpiece, in case you missed it.)