Then I forgot about it.
One day in August he said "hey mom, you wanna paint that desk for me?".
The little desk went to his house, in his vehicle, and he claimed it, working outside with his lap top on it all summer. It was nothing fancy and that's why he liked using it outside.
So in August it showed back up at my house, the desk I forgot I owned. The buck desk. Waiting for a paint job so it could go back to my sons house for him to use.
Dark Walnut on the top and front drawer, ASCP in white followed by some distressing and dark wax, yard sticks for drawer pulls, a pants hanger for bills, and within a day it was back in his vehicle heading home. His home.
I didn't really have room for it anyway.
A buck well spent. The chair was .50¢ as is, but that didn't go to his house. I remember I own it because it's in my garage taking up precious space.
I was mostly impressed that I painted it outside instead of in my entry way.
Moral of the story...... offer to take my stuff home in your vehicle. I'll never remember and then it will become yours.
If you get a chance stop over at Meridian Road where I have a guest post while Suzanne is off weighing sugar beets. She has some great projects and was my inspiration for Dr. FeelGooder's first aid kit.
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