A friend of mine works the occasional auction. This has the potential to be both gloriously bad and tremendously good for me, sometimes simultaneously.
Case in point:
It not only wasn't very pretty, but it also smelled funny. Andrew and I moved it into the house, plunked it in the middle of the living room so I could ponder its fate, and then within an hour moved it back out of the house until I could attack it with Pine-Sol. I cleaned it and then set about transforming it into Awesome.
To do this, I visited Giant Home Improvement Store and had them mix up six different sample-size paint colors. The employee handed them to me, saying, "I'm not going to lie. I don't know which of these is which."
"Oh, I'm sure it's fine. They're labeled, right?"
"Well, these colors weren't in our system..."
Optimistically, I reminded myself that the drawers were all the same size, so I'd be fine.
Over the next several evenings, I started painting. And I found this:
One of these things is just like the other...
Dude mixed two samples of the same &$()%_) color. Back to the paint store.
Nine days after it came home to live with us, it was finished, and lo, it was glorious.
I put it in the yarn guest room. It's going to be the home for random supplies--fabric in one drawer, sheets of felt and needle felting stuff in another, embroidery in another, etc. There's a herd of Felici* on top to make it feel at home.
*I own an obscene amount of Felici. If you're a yarn hoarder knitter, you might not think I own too much just by looking at the above photo. However, the Felici is stacked three deep. It's a sickness. It's probably for the best that the line has been discontinued. Self-striping sock yarn is the crack of the knitting world.
