Drexel Heritage makes a sturdy dresser. When you come across one for $40 bucks at a thrift store with dovetail joints and great lines, you might be tempted to take it home and doll it up with a new coat of paint. I was.
We're debating whether to keep the finished piece in our living room or our bedroom. I really could use a new dresser upstairs. The one I have now is a beautiful, refinished antique, but it's teensy and smells like old people.
Below is a glimpse of this spring's hobo shanty town, though the photo doesn't do it justice. Think mis-matched tarps tied up with zip-ties and held down with water jugs. Then imagine loosely-wadded tumbleweeds of used masking tape drifting through the scene. It baffles me that the HOA left us alone. (This dusty contraption was up for weeks.) They sure are on top of things when a visitor parks their car on the street for the evening.
I do think we kept the neighbors entertained.
I know I've been MIA for the last while. I repent. I have a ton going on and it's been all I could do to keep up with my deadlines and still get some sleep on occasion. Sleep is my new best friend -- where has she been all my life?
With the kids out of school now, let's see if I can get back in the groove. I have at least two dozen posts scribbled down in my head -- and lots of BIG news.