So I bought a rusty horseshoe, and had big plans for it's future.
I brought it home in grocery bag, because that is what they gave me.
I scrubbed my lovely horseshoe to remove excess rust. Clearly you only want cool rust, not gross rust. So I scrubbed and scrubbed....
I took the horseshoe downstairs to my photo wall. Adorned with photos of our favorite people in life. There was a prefect spot, awaiting my rusty horseshoe.