One man's junk is another man's . . . wall-hanging?

I've had to be on the road a bit lately for depositions. I love a good road trip so driving to places like San Antonio, Dallas, Austin, or Rusk is no inconvenience to me - I LOVE it. If you've never heard of it, Rusk is a little town in East Texas. They have a great old courthouse on a town square that is, in my opinion, quintessential small-town Texas. The drive out there is nice because it takes you through some pretty country. So I never complain when we have a deposition up that way.

In fact, we were there recently for a deposition and, afterwards, we decided to eat at a little restaurant on the square before we headed home. There weren't too many options so we picked one little restaurant/gift shop across from the courthouse and popped in for some lunch. As we waited for our lunch to be ready, I took a look around. Three quarters of the place was set aside for the restaurant - they had tables and chairs and a little buffet in the back. And a quarter of it was a little shop. I perused the trinkets they had on display to see if they had anything I wanted. You know - maybe something to decorate my house? Maybe some jewelry? Maybe a gift for my mom or sisters?

Orrrrrrrrrr maybe a Fashion Cowboy Hat?
You know, I'm not sure they define "Fashion" the same way I do . . .

However, not seeing eye to eye on such minor words as "fashion" didn't stop me or discourage me in my quest for an item to purchase. But, alas, I looked high and low and didn't find anything that I wanted. Which was a real bummer because I always like to buy things in little stores like that. But my perusal of the store wasn't a total loss because I saw an interesting decorating/crafting idea that I thought I'd pass on to y'all . . .
I mean, if you have rusty silverware, rusty cheese graters, an old rolling pin, a cowhide, and some chicken wire laying around - get that hot glue gun and go to town, folks. And if you can throw in a random rusted out padlock, you've got yourself a masterpiece. This is either "thinking outside the box" at its best or a hoarding problem.

I haven't decided which one yet . . .