Father - Daughter Project

I've mentioned in previous posts about how I would have never foreseen myself doing this or that. Three things distinctly stand out in my mind. My mom can attest to all of them, for I'm sure I told her more than once.
  1. I will never own a germ-ridden dishcloth. I really can't explain my distaste for them when I was a teenager, but you better believe there is one posted up on my sink faucet as we speak. I like to think it is germ free due to all the Lysol I use.
  2. There will never be a strip of wallpaper in my house. Just last night, over a riveting game of ping pong, I asked Ryan if we could wallpaper an accent wall in the basement.
  3. Antique furniture is ugly. Insert foot in mouth.
My friend Colleen gifted me this beauty for my birthday a few months back. We had scoured antique malls looking for a piece of furniture that I could refinish and house all of my quilting/embroidery/whatever else project supplies. No luck. Believe it or not, her mom had this tucked away in the basement!

I'm a novice of any project involving stripping, staining, or wood materials in general. It's hard for me to admit my short comings. Insert father dearest. AKA the all knowing king of improvement projects, as long as they only last 45 minutes. (explanation)

Anywho. I gathered my supplies.

Did a little taping.

Flew my friend, Miriam, in from Barcelona for some stripping.


Stained and prevented damage from this irate worker elf.


Then I lined all the drawers with fancy bubble wallpaper. Guess that rule #2 is a moot point now too. I really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut.

Here she is all nested in the guest bedroom closet.

Ah. Doesn't organization just warm your heart?

The mirror is tucked away. Not much use for it at the moment. Usually when I'm in crafting mode I try to avoid mirrors. Not my best 'put together' moments. My mom claims that someday I won't be hiding it in the closet. I would argue with her, but I've been known to be wrong in the past.

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