Serendipity often strikes in the form of forlorn furniture pieces that cross my path. This bench was one of those. It was in a junk store back room, lamenting over the bright blue, orange and yellow chipping paint job she wore. I told her “Oh Girl. I got you. I got you real good. Don’t you fret yourself.” Did a little double layer dry brushing with left over master bedroom paint. And she did a… Read more »
I love change. I’m one of the weird ones. I also love hostess ho-hos but that isn’t what this post is about. Can I just tell you how wishy-washy I’ve been about this whole blogging thing? Oh, you noticed.