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.