I know I tempted whatever readers I have with the promise of showcasing my brilliant art project, but I had to really think it over. Basically, I picked trash up from a trash pile, threw it in my trunk, spent an hour at Lowe’s picking out supplies, cleaned and sanded, then spray painted a CHEAPO piece of furniture that I thought could be a cool shelf that is literally plywood stapled together, not classy vintage antique that needs to be cleaned. My work of art is still, for lack of better words, trash. I was very happy with myself in the beginning; I took photos along the way, already mapping out the blog in my head. I have spent hours upon hours scouring the DIY blogs, learning the secrets, and bragging to Bobby that we have no need to buy new furniture for our nesting, I will take care of it all. The funny thing was I was driving a couple of my Somalian students back from the park, and my 8th grade girl jumped out with me and took home a box full of mugs and a bathroom rug. I was so proud.
You know your work of art is not truly a work of art when you feel shame at the thought of somebody seeing it without the proper explanation of “okay, so, I found it on the side of the road because people do it all the time, and it’s COOL when they do it, and so I tried, and really it’s just a practice, we’re DEFINITELY not keeping it, ’cause clearly it’s TRASH but I mean I kinda like it…do you?”
But I will be brave and face the truth. For your viewing pleasure:
I tried to sand it down a little bit for the classic “distressed” look, but all I have are funky lines from doing it incorrectly. I also wish I painted it blue. There’s a bunch of holes in the back too(remember, stapled plywood) but whatev. It’s done. Now onto the next project…Bobby’s dresser.
One day blogosphere, I will join the crafty, DIY, innovative Moms who can sew a Valentine while making a book pages wreath for every season, as I am finishing the scrapbook paper photo chandelier. One day.