When my parents came to visit last month, my mom handed me a garbage bag full of bed springs.  I was almost out of springs that came out of the cushions from my grain sack wicker couch, and these were a different shape, so I’m happy to have a new stock of the to work with now. Before I put them in my workshop, the place where things go to be forgotten for 6 months, I thought I’d whip up {Read More}