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Saturday, March 31, 2012

pretty little treasure chest

Last Monday, my mom and I went to Value Village. I got some sweet flannel shirts and this:

I don't know if you can tell how ugly this jewelry box was, but it was so ugly--and a little broken. However, when I saw this in the "house stuff" section of Value Village for $6, I fell in love with it and knew it must be mine. This is something that DIY Bloggers do regularly--thrifting and then making their finds glamorous--but I admit, I've never had this urge before. Hell yes, I buy stuff at Goodwill like always (mugs! the cutest mugs! and tea pots! swoon!), but never things that can't be used immediately. I'm not the most patient person when it comes to acquiring new pretties. This little jewel box was different, though. I knew exactly how it was meant to look...

Like this:

Four days, a little sanding, three coats of paint, hours of tedious fabric-gluing, and two coats of varnish later, it's my beautiful little treasure chest! 

See that ugly green felt on the inside?

Now it's pretty floral fabric! 

And here's the top view. (I love me some herringbone.)

In addition to finishing this, today I made (1) a cardboard neck-&-shoulders to hold the rest of my necklaces, (2) a fabric earring-holder to hang on the wall and hold the rest of my earrings, (3) a funky, long-necked bottle stand to keep my bracelets all nice and stacked. I also CLEANED MY BUREAU. I will not tell you how dusty/gross it was*.

Oh: hilarious side note. Remember yesterday, when I was all "Omg, I'm sleeping so well/easily/delightfully!"? Guess how I slept last night. ...Yep! Terribly. I was hoping that wouldn't be the case, but I can't say I'm surprised; I'm a superstitious creature who jinxes herself regularly. It's a gift.

Ok, that's probably it for now. I'm going to go read in bed** for an hour and then help my little brother (who's staying with Daniel and I for his spring break) write an English paper.

*yes I will: IT WAS SO GROSS. 
**"read in bed" is code for "nap"