while I'm not working on the mantel,
(Jeff: "Um, why don't ya just wait til I can do it?" Dad: "Um, why don't ya just wait til Jeff can do it?"). Such faith in me.
I'm doing other shtuff.
I've looked for a bookcase I love for about 5 months now. Found one I adore. Hob Lob sells it, and it had my name written all over it. And. .. it was $350. Sorry, I can think of a lot of things to spend that kind of bank on. So I opted for something similar, with the same type of look.
Picked the cheapest (well nearly) bookcase at Walmart. Better Homes & Gardens.
Now look at this backing. What is that? Painted cardboard? nooooho.
With folds in it??
Replaced it with beadboard.
Ain't that looking better? Now I heart you, bookcase.
And I put all the books in.
Not. 2 of these won't fit all the books we have. Also, while I'm thinking of it, if you live in NC, and you have lost your copy of "The Host", somehow I stole it from you. I am so very sorry. I definitely don't need 2 copies. Let's still be friends, even though I am an unintentional klepto.
Now if I'd have retrieved my camera, the 2nd part of this post would be "Fun things to do with a can of spray glass frosting". Or, "When one woman gets out of hand with the spray frosting and goes to town on the entire house." I prefer the former. But that's for another day. Why'd I leave my camera behind? I'm off to get it this afternoon. Sigh.
P.S.: How much trouble do you think I'll be in when the hubby notices that there's a very large, black, spray-painted rectangle on the floor of the gay-rage from said beadboard? Just curious.