My table is done..ish. I'd still like to re-sand some edges and go over it all one more time but after feeding a family of 6 at the breakfast bar for several meals in a row, I put my paint away and got back to business. I should have taken a "be
fore" picture because then you would have been so much more impressed but let's just say, MY TABLE WAS HAMMERED. If you've bellied up to it in the past two years, you would have quietly noted to yourself "wow, this family destroyed this sucker." Because they did. With fork gouges and spills, dropped silverware and bangs and clangs from every dish we own. And to top it all off, we had a huge discolored blotch right smack dab in the middle, which no one has ever claimed and we still don't know what caused it. So to see it in all it's shiny black goodness, well, it's awesome.
We have re-instituted a place mat policy and the kids are loving their Valentine's place mats. I've been treating it a bit gingerly and am still unsure how to best clean it but other than that, I love it. I love the consistency, I love that all the dinks and dings are gone and I love that it no longer resembles a "before" project that we forgot to "after."
Speaking of black, I dyed my hair last night. By myself. I know, I know, why I do this remains a mystery except that my beloved hairdresser couldn't fit me in until March and that because said beloved hairdresser gives me such a slamming deal, I couldn't stomach paying full price anywhere else. And I am a dark haired girl at heart so really, it's not that big of a deal, right? The Rizz likes and it's growing on me and really, Goth Mom is the new thing, right? It's not actually black, but it's darker than it's been in years. Aren't you anxious to see it? I'll be doing viewings from 2-4 this afternoon.
Anyway, I've got a bucket of chocolate chips begging to be turned into something sinful. Something Valenitiney. Don't you love this time of year?