My mom found these old windows in my Gran's barn a few years ago and hauled them, skeptically, back home for me to pick up. She thought I was crazy, and maybe I am, but I really love the windows, worn with stories and fond memories, I'm sure. And I love they are my Gran's.
I hung them both proudly above the "dinning table", a little high in hopes we get a pub table and chairs very soon.
All clean and fresh! Can't beat a frame with old windows, an antique chair, and a mason jar of fresh flowers! So happy.