Here is a quick before and after of a adorable wall cabinet I reworked..
I finally got around to painting the chalkboard for my big frame and finishing it off.
And last but not least of the pictures for the painting endeavors, is the bookcase and bench,
There are other smaller items that could not escape the painting process, but apparently no pictures. Oh well. I did make it out Saturday to a few estate sales after I dropped breakfast off to my dearest friend and her sons who were busy cleaning out the garage and attic of her house. They were without a working kitchen (had to move the appliances for kitchen remodeling and were waiting for their projects to thoroughly dry). So what are friends for if not to be the food delivery person?? ;)) I returned to bring them lunch and this time I stayed to help them empty out the very, very hot attic. My dear friend has a huge lake side home filled to the rafters -literally, with her things and her parents things, and other peoples things. She is finally at that "letting go" stage with her home and all of its contents and she cleaned house. I mean, she c-l-e-a-n-e-d house!! I stayed as late into the night as I could and they were still working when I left and the next day. Whew! Ok, end of their story, they are done and the house is beautiful! Again, no pictures. Sorry. However, I think this picture sums up our best Girlfriends - dirt and all!
I, at times, am feeling more than overwhelmed right now as I seem to be slipping farther behind in my life and must finish my to do list before some major changes happen in my life. In other words, I feel like I'm chasing the White Rabbit and sometimes am frustrated because I keep falling into the rabbit hole.
It will all be ok and well with not only me, but all of us - just breathe, right?
Well after this rather lengthy post, I better let you off with some humor, eh? Ok, here goes:
After arriving at the family home to deliver the family's eleventh child, the country doctor said to the father, "I almost ran over a duck out there. Is it your's?"
"That's no duck, " sighed the father. "It's the stork with its legs worn down."