I'm trying to get over my love affair with wood. Wood is prissy and high-maintenance. Just when you've found a perfect little desk and hauled it homeward, you're hit with a massive undertaking: the sanding, the stripping, the re-finishing. That is, if you're a die-hard wood lover, like me. There is not one single piece of painted furniture anywhere in our house. Die hard. See?
Helping me in my withdrawal from wood are the following:
1) The fact that I was able to mix a color I love from paint I had on hand
2) Mabel's House
3) The ominous and ever-shortening distance between now and aforementioned impending holidays
Four weeks. It's time to break out the brushes, folks.