Are you singing that song now? Louie, Louie... Oh baby...... Your welcome.
I can't even get started on how long I took me to figure out how to spell Louie. Who needs that many vowels in a row?
Here is where this all began. Mom and I bought furniture. Surprise? No. Were we concerned for the face dad would make? No. Because my dad is the best. Was I mad about sitting like so? For 3 hours?
We all make sacrifices.
There was no way we could leave two beautiful nightstands alone and cold ( Insert empathy here- read previous post) in Nagshead. I saw these stands as a treat. A reward some would call it.
Then we came home... I hope the suspense of the before picture is killing you. However this story is about so much more than these night stands.
I lugged these solid wood ( rich people territory) babes back to tennessee. If I would have only known it was my last trip with Roxy ( my jeep) I would have embraced this trip more than the other 100 times we lugged furniture together.
Now here the girls were when I got them.
The left said "Nick was here ha ha ha" I was tempted to leave it.
Then the day happened. What I wanted to do was come home and turn on SVU and prime these things. What did I do instead? ...... Bought a car.
That makes it sound like it was an easy time buying a car. I would rather buy a piece of furniture at retail price than have to do that again.- enough said.
This is my new to me car.
I named her the same as I have named the furniture- Louie. Only fitting because in this time the furniture has been over looked ( except not really when it had been in the middle of my dang kitchen floor- now in he middle of my dang living room floor) Neglected some might say.
Below is where the finished product will go. I failed as a blogger.
In the mean time here is a lamp I flipped. It was ugly and gold. And once upon a time in a row at goodwill I found some misplaced fabric that I new had a special home. Here is how the fabric and spray paint found love. - to far? Never.
