I’ve had this piece of furniture since the beginning of time and why on earth I haven’t painted it before now, I do not know. You probably have this piece of furniture too, don’t you? Or at least a side table or armoire like it?
Well, something told me it was time. Time to give it a little painted love.

So while these four cousins choreographed a hip hop dance and took the American girl dolls on a much needed family vacation, I painted.

I sanded it twice and then used the Behr paint plus primer paint {color to be disclosed soon but it was a shade of black from the Benjamin Moore fandeck} and applied two coats. I used a brush to apply the paint and then went back over it with a sponge roller–so that the brush marks weren’t visible. That paint-plus-primer has changed my life. It’s like buttah. It’s like painting with silky velvet. I love it.
And I added the pulls, which I ordered nearly a year ago from I don’t know where. And then I spray painted my flea market elephant with biscuit-colored appliance paint and then I cut down half a tree and put it in my lemonade server.
And that’s how I got this.

Now, I’m at my sisters’ with JamieKnoxville singing helping her get ready for her son Corey’s 16th birthday.
And by helping I mean laughing until I almost can’t stand up while Jamie and I quote Slingblade and Coal Miner’s Daughter and sing Mama Tried to Corey as an early birthday present. Now, I really must go and try to be of some real service since she’s invited waayyyy too many people to this party (95); although entertaining other people as they work should not be discounted.



It doesn’t even look like a mancave anymore, save the cowhide rug.



I’m making blueberry coffee cake this morning. Number one, because I came home to a nearly full container of slightly shriveled blueberries. And number two, because baking is like therapy for me. And tomorrow my old house will no longer be mine. And today, I have get everything last little thing out of there. I went over yesterday to assess the workload and nearly lost it. The new owners are painting and making the place their own. It was all I could do to hold in a river of tears as I reminisced about ten years of memories, ten years of life well lived within those walls. I know that house like the back of my hand, every nook and cranny. Oh the meals that were prepared, the babies that were rocked, the crafts that were made, the books that were read, the trees that were planted, and the walls that were 
