hot glue ruins pants. You fave pair of jeans are now work jeans.
Note to Jeff: Gigantic hole in crotch of fave pair of jeans are now work jeans.
We-he-hell! Great. Time to put these to work!
This really is great, 'cause this is my living room.
(sans the subway art, of course)
What does this have to do with ruined jeans, you ask?
This room needs a lil sumthin' sumthin'. And I've got ideas brewin'. Or as Dena would say: "it's percolatin'. . ." (heavy southern accent). Maybe a little something like this.
I feel sooo light-headed. . . whew. . .
Hopin' for a full transformation, here.
So I was like measuring and stuff. Holding up trim and stuff. And Jeff said "what are you doing?"
And I's all like "Oh I'm redoing the living room. Full transformation, baby."
That's when I got a "whaaaaat?"
"Oh don't worry. This one's all me. I'm sure you're thinking my project will become your project. Right?"
"Um. . . yeee-ah. . . pretty much. . . "
So here's to my very own project! I still have the klepto'd miter saw! Lots of trim! Guess it's just my ruined jeans that'll be put to use! Wish me luck! Do ya think I could use more exclamations?!! Do ya, do ya?!
But for the record, he's such a gentleman that he did my measurements for me. . .