4 An Itch That Needs Scratching

Lately, I've had a serious crap craving—pardon my French, friends, but it’s the truth. And not just any crap. Gloriously dated crap in the form of rusty, creaky mailboxes.

Last year I rehabbed the mailbox on my very own front porch…



…and had so much fun with it that I snatched up another rusty $5.00 mailbox at a junk store and recreated the original rehab for auction at the Habitat for Humanity ReStore & After fundraiser last fall…



…but now the itch has returned and it needs to be scratched. I need more mailboxes. Not to keep personally—I don’t receive that much mail. My future rehabbed mailboxes will most definitely be donated to this year’s Habitat for Humanity fundraiser.

I’ve scoured thrift stores. Perused yard sales. On my morning walks, I’ve scouted every neighbor still sporting their terribly dated 1960s mailboxes, but unfortunately I was raised with morals and stealing just isn’t an option…sigh…but I refuse to give up on feeding this addiction. Help me out won’t you? If you catch wind of a thirty-plus year old mailbox in need of a little love, call/text/facebook/email/tweet me up! Gosh golly, you guys are the best.