These were things I'd picked off the curb, myself, and was hoping to rehabilitate, someday.
You know how that goes: "Oh, that chair would be so cute if I sanded it and painted it and added a cushion...."
Except you never get around to it.
So I put everything out on the curb. Then, throughout the day, I watched the pile slowly diminish.
First to go was the taller chair and the urn on the smaller chair (above). They both disappeared within an hour of going out to the curb.
My handyman liberated the two front picture frames. He said he'd give them to his wife, who's a crafter. I'm glad they'll finally get the attention they deserve; thank you, Mr. Handyman!
The terra cotta pots stayed on the curb until after dark, when somebody swept them up. The oval windows were spirited away sometime between my bedtime and coffee the next morning.
Around noon the second day, everything was gone except these two window frames. Then a sweet young woman knocked on my door, introduced herself as a crafter, and asked if I would mind if she took them.
Would I mind? Certainly not! She saved me a trip to Goodwill.
And now my storage shed is uncluttered again.