Grabbin' spring by the bulbs

Oh Spring! How I love you!




We spent the weekend outside, weeding and basking in the sun. It was nice. Jones and Mooch sat in sunny patches of grass and soaked up the sun, like tiny loaves of bread being baked to perfection. And who doesn't like fresh bread? Am I right??

But anyway, I also antiqued my vanity. I use the term "vanity" loosely. Its my entry table that I use as a vanity... because while I would just lerrrrrv to have this lil' beaut:



It costs a lot. I'd only spend that much money on wigs, booze, or strippers... and this is none of those things. (Mom, I'm just kidding. I really meant that I'd only spend that money at Seagull book. True story.) In any case, this vanity was super cheap. I think Laughter picked it up for like a nickel. Or $15. Same thing. And then I spray painted it. And thus began my new addiction to spray paint. Here is a picture of my vanity, as a baby, getting its first taste of paint.



So then I painted a bunch of antiquing glaze on it and wiped it off, and spilled a little all over the garage floor... and SHA-ZAM!





I think its slightly less barbie-chic now. And what a charming place to put on wigs before heading to the strip club!

Next, I'd like to spray paint a padded piano bench to go with it. That way, it could scoot right underneath the vanity, and I could keep my nail polish and spare Cadbury Creme eggs in the hidden compartment. Besides, look how charming this is:



Anyway, this post is pretty much all for one of my cyber-stalkees, Mandi Swinson? Swanson, Slippy, Slappy. Oh yeah, samsonite! I was way off! Or...Tremayne. Yes, thats it. This blog post was going to be an email to her, about how I made due with an entry way table instead of a vanity... but then I got excited about the new antiquing glaze. And Mandi, its not that impressive, I know. But all I'm saying, is that if you do some epic mirror, and have a sweet girly little stoop with it... then it could work.

Jones agrees. And he has spot on fashion sense: