A hutch, a good measure of pride and some sandpaper
I don't want to tell you about this. Uh, uh. No. I don't. But I feel that I must pause and memorialize this moment.
I bought a hutch. With ugly trim.
U.G.L.Y.
Why did I buy it you ask? I still don't know. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that I didn't pray before I went to procure it.
It went something like this (just start at the 1:00 mark, you'll get the picture):
After a sleepless night, tossing and turning over the horrible sales scene in my mind, I woke up, grabbed my coffee and a sandpaper block and set out to right the awful wrong (did I mention that this is a grammar~free blog? well it is).
Here's half of the hutch. No, I'm not posting a close up photo...this is as close as you're getting.
Now I've browsed a good number of creative blogs where creative, perfect, (did I mention creative? well it's worth mentioning again) women dwell and repurpose furniture in the blink of an eye.
I'm a realist. I've accepted the fact that this is not my talent. I'm o.k. with this really, I am. Which furthers the mystery of why I bought this piece.
So, because the hutch was already in questionable shape, I sighed a huge relief when I began scraping away the hideous golden black manifestation.
I love you chippy, shabby. I really, really love you!
Don't gag. This is the edge on the bottom piece of the hutch.
Here is the top edge shabby~sanded (yea, I just made that up).
And here is the after photo of shabby~sanded~trim. I still have a little sanding to do, but I think it will make a good display piece for the myriad of inventory awaiting placement to the booth.
There's a parable here somewhere, I'm sure of it. Something to do with sandpaper scraping away my pride and God being merciful and kind to me even though a.) I made a questionable purchase b.) I failed to ask for His help. Yea, I spent an afternoon sanding the trim and God wrapped His arms around this little sandpapering daughter and simply loved on me with His grace.
I bought a hutch. With ugly trim.
U.G.L.Y.Why did I buy it you ask? I still don't know. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that I didn't pray before I went to procure it.
It went something like this (just start at the 1:00 mark, you'll get the picture):
After a sleepless night, tossing and turning over the horrible sales scene in my mind, I woke up, grabbed my coffee and a sandpaper block and set out to right the awful wrong (did I mention that this is a grammar~free blog? well it is).
Here's half of the hutch. No, I'm not posting a close up photo...this is as close as you're getting.
Now I've browsed a good number of creative blogs where creative, perfect, (did I mention creative? well it's worth mentioning again) women dwell and repurpose furniture in the blink of an eye.I'm a realist. I've accepted the fact that this is not my talent. I'm o.k. with this really, I am. Which furthers the mystery of why I bought this piece.
So, because the hutch was already in questionable shape, I sighed a huge relief when I began scraping away the hideous golden black manifestation.
I love you chippy, shabby. I really, really love you!
Don't gag. This is the edge on the bottom piece of the hutch.
Here is the top edge shabby~sanded (yea, I just made that up).
And here is the after photo of shabby~sanded~trim. I still have a little sanding to do, but I think it will make a good display piece for the myriad of inventory awaiting placement to the booth.There's a parable here somewhere, I'm sure of it. Something to do with sandpaper scraping away my pride and God being merciful and kind to me even though a.) I made a questionable purchase b.) I failed to ask for His help. Yea, I spent an afternoon sanding the trim and God wrapped His arms around this little sandpapering daughter and simply loved on me with His grace.
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