This weekend was one full of an abundance of thought, restless nights, tireless Charleston days, very little alcohol (a few beers and one martini), time spent with one best friend, time alone from any men of somewhat romantic interest, love received from the sweetest great dane anyone could meet, unhealthy eats, money spent, and candles burned.
And, of course, decorating done and furniture recovered. 4, to be in fact. And my best friend’s, not mine.
Now, I tend to be a rather crafty person. I’m not suggesting they’re all successes, I’m merely suggesting that I try. Really hard. And to be quite honest, in the latter part of this year, I have found it increasingly difficult to find time for said projects. So, I will merely share a couple of my most recent doings.
My chair. Now I know it looks scraggly and all, full of imperfections – just like me. But I like it. And it’s fitting. I like the wood that’s aged. And I like how the colors aren’t perfect. Okay, so it’s eclectic. That’s just the way it is. (And really, all I did was find it in a shed at my Nana’s house in the country and after a year or so with it, I reupholstered the seat.)
And here you see my Christmas presents for my coworkers. This was no easy feat.. and the sole reason I have had paint on my fingers for the past week. Oh well. Onward to next year.
