As a child of the late Sixties and early Seventies, I am no stranger to the recycled and the repurposed, readers.
Back then it seemed like everybody owned a pair of candlesticks made from old textile spools, or a beat-up aluminum milk can/vase, or an antique wagon wheel mounted on the wall of the family room (alongside a macrame hanging, no doubt). I guess these objects would have been destined for the landfill, so why not find another use for them?