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Once upon a Rosecrans...

Once upon a time, off of Rosecrans Street, lived a blonde and a little asian. These roommates decided that the new year should bring revamps to their sweet little 1950's house, owned by the crafty Portuguese man living behind them.

Their precious home included Craigslist couches from the hood of Golden Hills, an Ikea kitchen table and Ross decor (Honestly their slogan should change from "Dress for Less" to Decorate for less!) On the last Saturday morning of January, a surprisingly hot one, they decided their kitchen needed some fancy-ing up. They wanted their faux wood kitchen table to become black and "shabby" and the newly purchased shelf (originally green before the spray paint kick) to be hung and adorned with candles. duh.

They began spray painting-using canned paint and brushes is so 1990. Comments flew like "We should have a furniture business" and "No wonder gangsters do this, this is fun!" The table had been turned black and 2 and 3/4 of the 4 chairs were done. Good thing their front "yard" was made of cement...no one likes black grass. The sweet asian took a trip to Ace Hardware, where they pressure young unassuming girls to get an "Ace Rewards card," and picked up two more cans. During the ran outta paint hiatus, the blonde child hung up the now-black shelf and did some rearranging to the best of her abilities. Without a handy ruler, hammering nails in a straight line had been a struggle since she could remember...flashes of decorating dorm room walls plagued her.

The roomie and the spray paint arrived and the project was finished...almost. Now it was time to sand those suckers down...for the "shabby" effect of course. Random spots were being scratched by the now sweaty blonde while S.A. (sweet asian) made the finishing touches on "blackening" the remaining parts of the kitchen set.

The ladies were proud of their work and sang along to the music facing out the window at them. They hauled the awkward objects back into the house and didn't worry about scratching them on the door ways (that was the point of their whole project! Shabby).

And now their house is EVEN cuter than before. They celebrated by washing off the black all over their arms and went to the beach.

great day.

Comments

Rowdy said…
if cuteness were dynamite i think you, your roomie and your house would probably have exploded by now......

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