In April my grandma passed away.
It's always sad to lose a grandparent but
it was kind of a happy feeling knowing that she
got to be with my grandpa again.
She missed him, lots.
After she passed, they were diving out all of the things
she had in her house.
I lucked out and got her sewing machine
and sewing table.
It sat in our house for a few months and I asked
Justin when he was going to help me refinish it.
He then had a "project intervention" with me.
Some hoopla about me taking forever to finish projects or something.
I have NO idea where he was coming from.
Sheesh.
It's not like there are ever any unfinished projects in our house.
Anyway, it motivated me to get the sewing table done.
I went to town on that bad boy and in about a week it was finished.
That's good considering it usually takes me a month or longer to do anything.
I didn't know what color to paint it, so I just picked a
paint swatch that matched my finger nail polish.
It turned out great I think.
Now I just need to practice sewing on fabric and not through
my fingertip like I did last weekend.
It doesn't feel great. I wouldn't recomend it.