Office Evolution, Part 1

Back in the day, I was on the recently-divorced, broke as a joke, single-mother budget.  Classy, I know.  For those of you that haven't had the pleasure of living on that particular financial diet, it's not really very exciting.  At the time, I think I was making about $10.00 an hour, decorating was not my priority.  Survival, and diapers, quickly became more important than Pottery Barn, which was a fairly painful realization.  Years later, I am still in the same house, still a single mom, but have managed to find creative ways to decorate that don't always involve laying out the big dollars at the pricey decor stores. I have lost count as to how many gallons of paint I have utilized trying to change the aesthetic of every room in my crib.  In fact, if I were to have the house surveyed, I suspect there may be less square footage from the layers of latex that I've brushed and rolled throughout the years.  I'm going to go ahead and blame that old TLC show, Trading Spaces, for my painting problems.  For years, that poorly-produced show got me through some lonely Saturday.  Although most of the designers were usually fairly sloppy with their work, which annoyed me to no end, I typically ended up in a home improvement store buying paint the next morning.  Thanks Vern and Genevieve!

Personal Failures and Gnarly Swimming Pools

Talk about tragic!  It's as though March never even happened.  Flu, work, sinus infection, flu again, basic life drama....no blogging.  I hang my head in shame.  Thank you to all of those who nudged me to post, but I bombed.  March is my FAVE crafting month because it is all about my favorite color....GREEN.  I didn't even bother to do my standard holiday sock wreath and Eighteen 25 subway art, and those two items probably take no more than fifteen minutes total.  I'm a disgrace to the blogosphere.  Art was printed, too lazy to stick it in the frame, socks were purchased, too lazy to cut.  I throw myself on your mercy. I promise I had good intentions, see?

Behind the Green Doors

After completing my fun Lima Bean Wreath project, I went outside to see what color ribbon might look nice……uhm, not good.  My front doors have not had an ounce of attention in the life of the house, I’m ashamed of myself.  I’m tragic, my doors even more tragic.  Cracked, paint chipped, dirty, a big shameful hot mess.  The brass handles looked brown, and I hadn’t noticed it, EVER!  GROSS!