Surprisingly, this isn't about spray tanning.
It is, however, about my awesome day of spray-painting ugly things.
Note to self:
-Your basement is not well-ventilated.
That's the flash catching all the little paint particles, like 5 minutes after I sprayed. Our basement looks like a dungeon, so I wasn't worried about getting paint on anything, which is why I chose it.
It's also a picture of my early morning brainstorm (which happened during an actual storm). I love chalkboards, in a passive, "wow, the concept is great" way. But upon waking, I decided to make all my spare window parts (we've replaced a few of the sketchy ones; they're about 100 years old, no joke) into swanky-swanky-ass chalkboards. A little chalkboard paint, a little semi-gloss spray, a couple screw eyes (which is just fun to say), some chain, and soon… Viola! (My great-grandma? Now I'm confused.)
Then project #2:
The bonus of the basement was that there was a nice little nail to hang this nasty treat from.
It's a chandelier that my bestie found for me in a pile of junk that a business had thrown out. Ha ha, suckers! Wait 'til you see it!
I was skeptical of this one. The fixture was dirty as hell and I don't think I've ever touched as many dead bugs as I did today cleaning it out, but it only took a few minutes, some primer, and moving my dang car out of the garage until this little rascal started to take shape. *drool.* So excited for it to dry and for me to get my Ace on. Frattallone's, that is. And the Summit Hill one, not that weird one farther down on Grand. Bless you, Mike Frattallone and your minions of hardware. I'm going to get candle socket covers (aka- the things that look like candles on an electric chandelier) and light bulbs (not the lame CFL ones either- sorry, Al Gore) and I'm going to not electrocute myself trying to hang my wee chandelier somewhere. Wee chandelier. Hehe.
Man, I should write when I'm tired more often! Hilarity ensues!
As much as I'd like to leave you with Will Ferrell, here's to you, MN.
