do you smell that? sniff harder, my friends.
do you smell it now?
yes! it's the smell of me stepping back into the bloggin' booties i promised to wear when i started blogging about salvaging furniture... and ended up spoutin' about salmagundi. for like a month. at least. or two.
apocalyptic apologies to those who have stood by and read my rambles with the hazy hope that a table leg might be repurposed or a picture frame re-somethinged. and to those loyalists who continue to comment and.... be nice? you fine people are simply F. I. N. E. fine. when i make it big and start giving away swiffers and hoovers, i promised to rig the jig so that you loyalists beat out the newbies. pinky promise, peeps! vacuums for everyone!
i'm sad to say that a certain suitcase is still stuffed so i'm not going whole hog today. STILL a little dab'll do ya in the reveal world. righty?
for my 3 newbies, here's a photo timeline of events so you don't have to click and cluck your day away here. you're welcome. really. any time.
oh, and if you stick with it to the end i'll even show you something' CrAzY that i did with paint.
see? isn't this fun??
oh, now you want the full story on my free barfy buffet, huh? okay. fine. click here or, better yet, go to my labels and click "buffet". but don't say i didn't warn ya.
moving on. barfy in grayish-blue with bold red kuh-nobs.
of course, i had to try on some woodsy kuh-nobs for size, thank you black friday at anthropologie.
and since i have a pile 'o wild kuh-nobs on hand thanks to my
ewww... not my thaaang. but i'm gonna keep tryin' 'til i find a happy home for these spirited squares.
ahhh, you want your prize for stickin' with me through the history of the buffet formerly known as barfy? okey-dokey, artichokies.
couldn't help myself. sometimes we need some sneaky shazammin' to shake up in the cosmos. fer sure.
what have you shazammed lately????