Today my real boss at my real job asked how much time I spend in the evening working on my furniture. That might have been better phrased as "I'm concerned about your mental well-being because you're starting to look a little crazy in the eyes and like you might be in need of a nap." I appreciate his sensitivity.
My second-shift begins the minute I walk through the front door. We go through our evening routine: dogs get hugs and kisses and go outside, I change my clothes, dogs get fed and then it starts. I pick up where I left off the night before (or in some cases earlier that morning before work). This is mostly due to my lack of patience than it is hard-working nature. I'm not a patient person. I want my furniture to hurry up and look as good to everyone else as it does in my head. This all started because I can't sit still, and that's how it's continued. I'm not complaining, I enjoy it. If I'm burnt out, or I find myself working in circles over the same piece, I stop. I take a night off until I can get it right. I just need one piece to start coming together to motivate me.
Tonight, this was that piece:
This fun piece came out of my cousin's many garages (seriously, she has like six garages; it's like she's a rapper) at her new house. A funky piece that deserved a funky color. Love it, and I know someone else will too.
Last week we had a collective office clean-up day at work. This meant lots of free stuff up for grabs. I noticed my colleagues put all the free stuff out while I was out of the office running an errand. I was a little salty about the coincidental timing. But alas I can't resist a FREE sign no matter how salty I may be so I snagged this cute vase. Tonight I got it cleaned up and painted. I think it'll be the perfect accessory to the Little Italian Table.
In other news, Kenny found a new throne.
I guess this makes him the boss of my second-shift. He's not nearly as sensitive about my mental state. But he is always in favor of a good nap.
Also, today I got pooped on by a bird while I was in my car. This has absolutely nothing to do with any of my furniture. I just felt the need to share. The odds of getting pooped on while in a car are pretty slim to begin with (at least I think so, I'm not trying to judge your personal life). But the odds of getting pooped on while in a car by a bird who is not in the same car seem even slimmer. I'm pretty sure this means I'm going to win the lottery. Stay tuned for details on how I spend my winnings.