That may be the most clever title I’ve ever come up with.
Because we live in the same house that we built 14 years ago b.c. (before children), and having no idea how much room 3 industrial sized children would take up, we have had to get creative with space and storage.
I’d like to think that I prefer to homeschool in our dining area because that is the hub of the house, but in reality, there is NO WHERE ELSE TO GO. So I’ve had a wall dedicated to homeschool supplies, and a kitchen table wherein I can rest my forehead when the going gets tough.
Over the last number of years the area has been a mis-matched hodgepodge of hand-me-down furniture. And has not been terribly functional. I’ve been diligently searching on Craigs List for a used white Expedit Cube Shelf unit, and a white desk. I’ve found nothing over the last year. Then I had a brilliant idea. Why not just paint what I’ve got? After all, I used to make my meager living in Los Angeles as a furniture painter.
I marched out to the garage, which used to be my studio b.c. (before children). It has since become a storage dump for everything that doesn’t fit in the house. I cleared out a corner which houses my old workshop cabinets, and dusted off my favorite paint brushes. After a trip to the paint store I was ready to roll. As it were.
This is what my set-up looked like before I began. As you can tell, the photographic evidence was an after thought once I began tearing everything apart. The pieces that I wanted to paint were the monolith computer cabinet and the brown shelving unit. The shelves actually belonged to Fiddledaddy’s office, and he no longer wanted them and even donated an identical set to my cause.
After a lot of sanding, prep work, painting, sealing, and a few dozen Ibuprofin, this is the finished product:
The whole process took me about 4 days. Which shocks even me because of my physical limitations from Lyme Disease and that bonus ailment, Plantar’s Fasciitis. I found painting to be incredibly therapeutic, both physically and mentally.
I’ve started a laundry list of other long forgotten projects around this house. And if I learn how to really use the camera, I may post some tutorials.
The children are understandably nervous, as they’ve heard stories of how I once painted anything that stayed in one place too long.