i firmly believe in the title of this book:
and because of this i will show you the following photos. i'm not proud but, in an effort to be honest, i will bare my skanky studio.
|finished UNSOLD furniture piled HIGH in the sky|
|yes, that is my handsome grandfather watching over me. don't make fun.|
in an effort to clean up the pit o' sh@#, my husband and i pulled out some hidden pieces and this guy reared his 1000 pound brown body. in a weak moment i called habitat restore for a pickup.
|one of my first freebies...a year ago!|
habitat can't come for a month and i couldn't wait...i spazzed out and needed to see what was under the layer of ugg. my husband left and some how this happened:
|maskin' up in case of lead paint dust|
|waiting under a drawer...no writing inside. hmmm.|
next, i found these little treasures....
|just the cover and a few pages...|
|it was from pastor mclean of london...w/ a handwritten list of hymns!|
moving on....after 3 hours with my scraper, here's what i had--other than an achin' back:
|another layer of paint to go!|
UPDATE: "Treasure" Chest
UPDATE: Still Scrapin'
tip junkie: tip me tuesday
hope studios: teach me tuesdays!
reasons to skip the housework: time out tuesday
primitive and proper
a beach cottage
someday crafts: whatever goes!
domestically speaking: power of paint party