I picked a picker last year. He had all this random junk treasures...including this rusty old broiler lid. He was at a parking lot sale. He had junk, beautiful, beautiful junk. This little lid got a makeover. I love the rust and figured it'd needed pumpkins and a message. I'm skipping the wreath this fall and adding a large broiler lid to my door instead. Somebody has to keep the neighbors entertained.