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. Â 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); Â 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. Â Number one, because I came home to a nearly full container of slightly shriveled blueberries. Â And number two, because baking is like therapy for me. Â And tomorrow my old house will no longer be mine. Â And today, I have get everything last little thing out of there. Â I went over yesterday to assess the workload and nearly lost it. Â The new owners are painting and making the place their own. Â 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. Â I know that house like the back of my hand, every nook and cranny. Â 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 
