Feeling a little proud of myself

I am not a creative person.  I can’t do things unless I am shown exactly how to do it.  I don’t come up with ideas in my head of how to whip up a Halloween witch dress, make cute cards or invitations, dry a pomegranate and use it as a decoration, scrapbooking and I don’t get along.  You get my drift, so when it comes to decorating I don’t have a clue what I am doing. 

My house is a hodge podge of things that have been here since I was growing up and then things I have added.  So here comes my proud moment.  We got a new TV stand (which I love) in our family room.  It is a dark cherry color and so nothing else matched or even looked decent (even I could see that).  So we debated spending more money on a piece of furniture, but decided we didn’t want to do that.  So I started thinking about the furniture we already had and then started thinking about my friend who had recently painted a piece of furniture.  I went and looked at the friends piece, which is beautiful, and decided I can do this.  So I hauled the piece up from the basement and out to the garage (with help from Brett B. when he saw me trying to carry it out of my front door), sanded it, painted it, and distressed it.  I am very proud of it and of myself.  It was not hard at all and anyone could do something like this, but for me it was a huge accomplishment!

Here it is, you can’t tell how good I think it looks, but it does!