the collected home
Or as I was going to call it, ‘Big Daddy is outa town and Paige is afraid of her own staple gun. Bet that got your attention. My Mama referred to situations like this as getting in a fizz. Well, I was sure as hell in a fizz when I found these two little dolls at the Habitat Restore!!! It was quite the show…
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Do you ever buy something just for the hell of it? Just because you can not believe the price? Well, I don’t. Seriously. If I don’t want or need it I just keep walking. Until a couple of weeks ago. I was in a local new-to-me charity thrift store and found this: Ah, yes. One again a piece of French Provincial…
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I lovingly refer to my garage as The Hell Hole. Why? Because it is one. You could probably find Jimmy Hoffa out there. Or the Lindbergh baby. But lately it is looking better. Partly because Big Daddy has asked me to please prioritize my projects. This means I should give the pieces that have been out there the longest credit…
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******This post contains affiliated links. They allow us to make a small commission from your purchase while you cost remains the same. Thank you for supporting this blog!****** The hardest part of this project is finding a suitable coffee table……..and I found a doozy!! Three words. Legs, Legs, Legs! I feel like a good, chunky leg makes this particular makeover. My Dad and I were…
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This post could also be called BACK ON THE HORSE I have not touched a paintbrush to a stick of furniture in exactly two months. That Market really wiped me out, creativity wise. And I had promised myself a good break when all was said and done. So I took one. I have also not scrutinized Craigslist like The Antidote…
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I bought this cupboard almost a year ago, best I can remember. My intentions were to put it in my kitchen where the old china cabinet sits now. It sat out in The Hell Hole, behind Big Daddy’s John Deer this entire time. The biggest reason I never got around to painting it was it was just too hard to…
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