She Treasures Sea Shells
If you can say that 3 times fast, you win the prize.
Just kidding again. No prizes for you. As I tell my kids, "Your prize is just in knowing how well you completed the task." Yes, ~ I am that annoying.
This is how she looked after I painted her, and shelled her, and she got a whole new lease on life in my daughter's bedroom. I used a semi-gloss cream color which I have absolutely no recollection of at this time. This was BB (before blog) so I had no idea you'd want to know. I know better now. I'll get my facts and sources straight in the future.
I believe this vanity may have been another inheritance from one of my dads' x-wives before her hasty
Except then we moved all our earthly belongings into a storage unit, lived to tell through remodeling hell, shlepped everything out of storage and found much to our dismay that more than one thing emerging from storage didn't fare as well as some others. The vanity, which had after its initial revamp shown so proudly, looked a bit sad. Most of the shells had fallen off and the hinges needed more tightening and we just plum lost the bench altogether.
What is life, if there are not seashells and a bit of sand underfoot? I dunno, but I don't want to live there.
Okay, so we don't have the same aesthetics, my daughter and I. But she obviously knows how to use her new vanity. I'd still be standing there photographing it and complimenting myself on what a great job I did beautifying it and bringing it back to life. I'd be all, "Look how clean and pristine the vanity looks now." Then she'd be all, "Could ya get out of my room so I can put my make-up on?" See? She makes much better use of it than I would. But it sure looked prettier when I was just standing there talking about it!
Oh my. Speaking of pretty. I think it all worked out in the end. She looks beautiful, has a fun place to utilize and exercise her vanity and I get to enjoy it all. By the way, the cute little
smirk smile you see here is the same one she uses when she tells me to vacate her room. It's just enough cute that she knows, that I know, that she knows, that I know, she's only kidding. We all know who's in charge here. ? . ? ...
By the way my friends, my camera had an unfortunate and untimely drowning accident in my purse which has resulted in its demise. Yes, I said drowning accident in my purse. I live a complicated life okay? My camera is RIP-ing in camera heaven. But that's a whole sad story for a whole other post. At this point any blogging must be done with archived photos from my iphoto files. Lucky for me I have 57,000 of them. But still.
I'm now pursuing whether to buy the same camera (A Cannon-D10), or to upgrade to an SLR. Any suggestions gratefully welcomed.
Love ya more than all the 80 degree days we've had here at the beach in the past two weeks. And I'm not bragging. Okay, I'm bragging. But that's because I want you to know exactly how BIG I love ya!