I want you to know that when that Spice Girls song of the same name came out (oh, around junior year in high school), that I had no idea just how ridiculously stupid AND dirty that song was.
Just so you know. Those pervs.
As I was standing in my Dad's workshop (a.k.a., the garage), I did my usual tactless, shameless thing I do where I stare at everything in there, ask what he's going to do with it, and occasionally if I can have it. (Was I born in a barn??)
My dad asked if I wanted these leftover pieces. Yes, he asked me. This time.
What were these left over from, Dad?
Well, that was months ago, my peeps.
Then this weekend, in a much loved trip to the Hob Lob (you know I could spend my life there), I found these on clearance.
And I thought to myself, "Self, these could be a very interesting sign. Maybe for the laundry room. Hmm. . . ?"
So I began to assemble.
Hmm, one letter of each. That's it. Although a "p" could be a "d". . . let's get creative here. . .
My first thought.
'Mm, no. I don't want to be reminded I suck on a daily basis.
With a little help from my BFF's, mr. wood glue & mr. spray paint, this could be totally awesome/craptacular. I'll show you when I figure out just how to hang it.