this is jenn, the witty friend/neighbor/talented photographer i talk about all the time.
this is what goes down via email between us when jenn goes shopping:
jenn: Lights workin? (she kindly loaned me some fancy photography lights with umbrellas)
me: who the hell knows??? my ass is on the sofa. yours?
jenn: homegoods, baby. it's 55. get your ass out running.
me: (um, who made her my personal trainer??) okay. i'll JUST DO IT. in a minute. and stop spending $ on crap. (if she can be my personal trainer, i can be her financial advisor)
jenn: i'm about balanced lighting and ambiance... need more lamps.
me: (silence cuz... really? more lamps?? i'm thinking she's "about" crap.)
jenn: ... and what Type A sits on the couch? during. the. day.
me: (meanie. thinking i need to change my phone number. and email. and wondering who the TRUE type a is in this conversation???)
jenn: $60/ea otherwise I'd buy for headboard, or faux door!
.....and here's where the story begins.
|kinda feels good to see that she takes some crappy photos, too.|
see, jenn did find a solid and totally useful piece of furniture on which to stand her tv and house it's wiry accompaniments; however, a closer look revealed some... slop.
really? how hard aren't you looking if you miss this slobber dripping down one of the three sides you painted?
for a few minutes i smiled and nodded and told jenn what a great deal she got. then i lost it and made her drop the bugger off at my house for a teeny, tiny tune-up.
just a once or twice-over with sandpaper.
or the orbital.
have you ever, uh...gone a tidbit too far accidentally?
you know, lost yourself in the moment and forgotten that you were messing with someone else's somethin'?
... with chisels?
... and stripper?
really, the paint was gonna flake and peel anyway and i only hurried it along so i could peek around a bit and prevent a future mess in jenn's home. lucky i did because i found some rather questionable ick under all those layers. not good. very peel-able in the future, right?
the inside was solid and untouched except for a few more drips... and it didn't even smell!
don't you love the edge detail?
yes, we're still friends and yes, she says she loves it.
"oh, happy, happy place! we love our happy place!" (that's the kuh-nobs singing)
but we have time to squeeze in one more peek at the kuh-nobs up close and personal...
"oh, happy, happy place! we love our happy place!"