FUGLY

Meet UGLY's sister ... FUGLY. Ain't she purty???

All she needed was a little makeup (paint) and some love and she's the Cinderella of the ball.

I gave her a few coats of antique white paint and traded out the original back wall for some painted green beadboard and WOW!!! I think it turned out pretty good. Sorry about the reflections in the glass ... it's hard to get good photography help these days ;)

Have a great day!!!

U.G.L.Y. You ain't got no alibi. You ugly!

But not anymore! You're beautiful now! Just look at you ... everybody loves you ;)

I turned this hideous china cabinet found at a thrift store into this pretty little thing.

See the before:

And now the after:

Hard to believe it's the same china cabinet huh? Here are some more shots of it:

Love my Behr paint & primer in one. I used "snowy pine" for this piece. After the paint dried, I hit the edges with some sandpaper. I wanted to shabby it up just a little, but not too much.

Thanks ... have a great day!

go with your gut

Sometimes you gotta have ...

I'm starting a new adventure (more in a later post) with my Mom. Not sure she's 100% into it, but I'm gonna proceed regardless.

Sometimes you just gotta go with your gut feeling on things.

Have a good one!

how 'bout the Pack!

Thanks to R. Wilson & crew, State beat the Tar Holes on Saturday. It was a great game. Although State didn’t have its best season, you kinda forget about the rest of the year as long as we can win that last game.

Here’s a peek at what we ate on Saturday. It was so yummy!!!

oh happy day!

I was on the search last night. You know, the one where you're looking through your old pocketbooks for stuff (tampons) and guess what I found??? $40!!! Yay for me! It was still in the envelope my parents gave me for Christmas 2 years ago. I can't believe I never spent it! That's so not like me ;)

Have a great day!

my first transformation

I bought this greenish chest of drawers at a yard sale about a month ago. It had a price tag on it of $35. When I walked up the owners driveway to see what he had in his garage (because it was raining that day), I noticed a sign on his mailbox that said "name your prise". No, I didn't spell that wrong! That's what he handwrote on a piece of cardboard. I don't think he's from around here. I think he's from another country. I only had $18 dollars with me at the time so I asked him if he would take $15 and he said YES!!! I motioned to my husband to pull the car closer, paid the man, loaded this cutie in my car and was on my way.

I FINALLY got around to working on this thing this past week and had an idea in my head and was hoping it would look as good as I imagined it.

Here's what it looks like now:

I used Glidden "Pebble White" and Ralph Lauren "Tea-Stained". I'm so pleased I think I'll sell it! ha ha

I'm posting this to Met Monday @ Between Naps on the Porch.

Not even a thank you?

While hubby and I were doing some running around last night (returning some stuff, buying some stuff, getting take-out for dinner, etc.), I mentioned we would have just enough time to stop in Goodwill for a sec. He sat in the car while I ran in.

I have withdrawals if I don’t get to go to Goodwill EVERY DAY. Unfortunately it has gotten to me and I’m obsessed. I hit one on my way home from work and I like to go to another one near my house sometime before they close at 9pm.

When I enter through the doors, I always look to see who’s working the registers. I kinda hang my head or look in a different direction because I know they think I’m sick because I come in there EVERY DAY. They’re probably thinking geez doesn’t that lady have anything else to do with her life?

Anyway, I ran in and glimpsed at the racks of clothes on my way back to the furniture section. I looked at some crap stuff that has been there for quite a while and moved on over to the housewares section (I have my routine, don’t you?). I found a small plaque with a knob on it that will be perfect for hanging my daughter’s bulletin board. There wasn’t much else to look at so I proceeded to the check-out line.

I was the last person in line. When it got to be my turn, the cashier (who I’ve seen a million times) was calling over a coworker and asked if she could borrow a dollar from him until she saw him again the next day. I assumed she wanted to buy herself a drink from the soda machine. When he said he only had a 20 dollar bill, she said she would get change when I paid because the cash register drawer would open. Well … I paid for my $2.99 plaque with a debit card because I only had $2 in my wallet. The drawer didn’t open. I guess I felt bad because I pulled out one of my dollar bills and handed it to her. She looked at the other guy and said “Oh, she gave me a dollar.” The coworker said that’s nice of you (to me). I told them I’m in there practically every day (little lie) so I’ll see them again.

ANYWAY … long story short, the cashier NEVER said thank you. I actually said thank you to her when I was leaving … like thank you for ringing up my purchase. I know if I hadn’t loaned her that dollar, it would have been on my mind all night and I know I shouldn’t expect to ever get it back, but I really though I would’ve gotten a dang thank you.

Whatever.