In my situation, finding something old requires a trip to the garage or shed.
And, sometimes, that during that trip to the garage or the shed I spy something remarkable.
Something that *should* go on top of any number of pillars we appear to be collecting.
Although, in this situation, that something old...
becomes something new.
Instead of a cap to a vintage pillar, it becomes transformed into *something new* that I subsequently have decided to *borrow*.
Into my house that something old, something new something borrowed has gone. Onto my kitchen island it sits in it's new life as a decorative pedestal; a holder of flowers, sweets or treats.
Now you are probably wondering what the something blue is, right?
Well, the something blue is this guy when he realizes the something borrowed is really not something borrowed at all since I have no intentions of ever giving it back.