I estimate that I run up and down the three flights of stairs between my kitchen and my home office on the third floor an average of 30 times a day.
Need a glass of water? off I go. Time for a coffee? absolutely. Shoot! I forgot my phone! One more lap.
I have a very hard time sitting still so this works for me, but after working all day and then packing and hauling for the last seven hours, my legs are tired! So instead of running one more lap to haul another box down to the first floor, here I sit, dreaming about projects.
First on my list is going to be turning the cottage's beige and boring bedroom into a super sassy navy and green preppy retreat- think reminiscent of your wooden handled button on cover purse (if it were teamed up with some gold earrings and fun heels)
Next I would like to finish all of the pieces of furniture I've collected over the past few months.
In my garage currently resides: one steamer trunk, one seventies
entertainment center, one turned wooden lamp, two ceramic lamps, two
old doors, two dressers, two six foot mirrors, one wooden closet, and a
telephone pole-sized piece of drift wood that is going to become the
legs of a pirate ship bed. I have visions of beautiful things emerging from this garage...
Don't you think this old trunk is going to look great painted a high gloss with the brass all shined up, some casters on the bottom and a nice piece of glass on top?