My Sweet Little Table

A while back, we were walking down the Yellow Brick Road. No, no, no, that's not where I was going with this post.

Actually, I was going HERE ----> ------> -------> ------------>



This is how my cute little bargain garage sale table turned out. Isn't it cute! The glass knob is only temporary. I'm on the lookout for a red glass kanob. They do NOT exist in the current home department stores. So, when I'm feeling up to it, I will make it a point to get to the flea market one of these Sundays, it's been a very long time since I've been to a flea market. Very long time indeed.






This is what it used to look like. And this is what it looks like now. I'm pleased. Although, once I find the perfect kanob, I think it will be finished. I am feeling the need to scour the flea market tomorrow, regardless of how I feel today. You know, obsession thing.




I have a few more little projects waiting; the 6 foot long shelf. I think I may use that in my craft area for holding ribbon and books. Not sure yet.


Then there is the scroll-work shelf that used to belong to my Grandparents that Marisa has claimed. Not to mention, the three bedrooms that need to be changed around and re-decorated. Again. And the office is in major MAJOR need of an overhaul. Or a bulldozer. And some heavy-duty cinch sacks. some PODS and oh, I don't know, one of those trucks to just um, haul it all away. Start all over again.


You know, if the money tree out back grew anything at ALL like my parsley did - just sayin! I could actually do that!


I think I might just go to the flea market tomorrow. Yep, see if I can find a pretty red glass knob for my table. Because, to me, it just doesn't look all done yet. And, well, I'm obsessing. Can't have that.


Oh, my stud, Rocco, that is - is in Sterling with his new sweetheart. Studmuffin that he is! Frank should be home any minute now. I miss the big guy. He is going to stink something nasty when he comes home in a week! Rest assure, I will have pictures of Sweetie(that's her name) in a few days when we pick him up. Although, I may not go for that ride, as his stench will kill me! Looks like someone is getting a bath when he gets home.


Wishing you all a pain-free weekend.
Deborah