13 years ago today, in little park, in a little town in the big state of California I married my best friend. It was hotter than hell and I barely made it through the 7.5 minute ceremony without crying. Our union was, if not destined, inevitable.
My in-laws, during a cleaning frenzy, decided to get rid of this lovely 1940′-1950′s Secretary. It was in sad shape, the bottom shelf was falling off, the hinges had been ripped off, misc dents and dings, but my husband saw potential so we brought it home. The plan is to sand, paint and add new hardware. We disposed of the old wooden handle and will purchase a vintage glass one on Ebay. We are about half way through right now. More pics when it’s done. Sorry I didn't think to take pics at the beginning but it only occurred to me during the wood putty process.
Jason, my dear husband, dragged this home one day after helping a co-worker move. It had been sitting in a field for quite a while. The back and front window, one slat in the side window and the top vent cover where missing. We have big plans for it. Everything on the inside has been stripped. A full or queen is going in the back sleeping area. A dinette that transforms into a twin is going in the forward eating area, sink and counter on the right with a gas cooktop and a fridge. The whole interior will be covered in tongue and groove wood flooring except the floor.
Somewhere around Thanksgiving my body gave up on me. After drowning myself in potatoes, gravy, dinner roles and pie I collapsed in an over-indulgent coma. When I finally awoke I made a decision, I had an addiction and it’s name was food. Bad for me food. I couldn't live like this anymore. Something had to go. Being as I didn't want that something to be me, I made the decision to cut down on some stuff.
- Do I really want or need that?
- Out of those REALLY needed or wanted things, how many can I get without buying something new?
- What can I reuse or recycle to make that thing I REALLY want or need?
Sometime last night I jumped up from the couch with an uncontrollable need to clean the linen closet. In doing so I found I have 6 queen sized sheet sets for a bed I no longer own. I stood there looking from the pile of sheets to my bare floors and back until inspiration struck.