The family rust farm
Outside of the coffee shop today, Milo spotted a small plastic aligator that some kiddo must’ve left behind. He really wanted to take it home. I told him that he should leave it in case the child came back looking for it. He said, “but I want to be like Dad and score it.” I explained that even when you find a “score” you have to make sure that it doesn’t belong to anyone anymore and that we’ll check again tomorrow, if it’s still there, he can scoop it up.
Squirrel score
If you don’t know my hubby, you should. He’s a great guy and a super duper papa. When I was shooting the pics for the post I fell in love with him all over again. Looking at his collections was like looking into his brain. After ten years of scoring in alleys and job sites and junks stores, collecting and chit chatting about our “you know what would be awesome…” ideas, I’m still every bit in love with the man. So here’s a photographic peek inside the scrappin’, junkin’, DIY mind of Mr. Fessler…
This is a pretty close representation of Jon's brain. We found all these marbles over the years...to replace the ones Jon lost...hardeharhar.
Keeping me from loosing my keys is a good thing
Hammer time
three of about twenty jarred collections
Did I mention he's also super skilled with clay?
License plate gate to Milo-land
The tour-de-Fess, the pallet shed. Built from junked shipping pallets, old windows, and doors. Cost= $50 for nails and screws
Jon came home from school on his bike with this on Monday
More collections
To know him, is to love him xoxo
Drawing a Blank 