"My sister wears too much makeup. People think she's a whore." (Name that movie!!)
Any questions on why I might want to move my makeup to a higher, safer location? Anyone, anyone? Bueller?
So I've been plugging away on my vanity table. And I highly recommend this project-- it is bundles of fun. No sarcasm. Pure merry gaiety, folks.
Perhaps you remember my photos of inspiration:
Don't I need, nay, deserve, fresh flowers at my table, daily? DON'T I??
Hehehe. No, I don't. BUT, I would love some fakies in a pitcher like the above picture.
And behold my new pict-her I picked out!:
Don't you love my new pict-her?
I am très excited.
But on to more important things. Perhaps you remember my little cord sitch-eeation, along with my playstation sitting on the floor, as seen here:
Yee-ah. Not so pretty.
I don't do electrical. But the hubby does.
Some wall mount shelving, along with a new outlet, right next to all my crap?
Cleaned the joint right up. Many thanks to the hubs. He's got skills.
Now, when I found my lovely pict-her, I also found a full length mirror for super cheap.
And every girl needs a a full-length mirror, right?
So that you can take a look at yourself and feel depressed. And realize you've gained a bit of weight in thee ole tummy area. And a bit in the thighs. And the arms. And chin. And hips. And derrière. And ankles. But that's all.
It couldn't have been all those batches of cookies. Or the donuts. Or the pizza. Or the late night snacking. It's that evil mirror.
But I digress.
This mirror, it's just. . . okay. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Yes, it does need molding.
And here we are, after some choice molding, the nail gun, and a little bit of coffee bean glaze.
Do I LOVE IT??
Eh. Not really, no. But it's an improvement, and since I took a week of hemming and hawing over bigger, more grandiose plans which probably would have never been gotten to, I'll take this 10 minute finished project, and I'll like it, dang it.