Liberty turned 19 on Sunday. I’m still a little in denial. I was married and expecting her at 19. I cannot believe she’s nearly so old. She’s going easy on me with the boys just yet though.
Her requests for her birthday gifts: a dresser and a lunchbox cooler. That’s when I knew she really is old.
Dressers are expensive, Craigslist was brutal for anything decent, and so… she got an antique “project dresser”.
Ugly, right? I know. But solid wood. Sturdier now that Blaine got out the gorilla glue and helped me out. It needs help. But I think it’ll be good with some paint and labor.
We went and she picked the paint for it and Liberty began sanding. I’ll get photos of it when it’s finished. For now… it’s ugly. She made appropriate surprised faces when she received it. Whether over delight at a dresser of her very own or shock at the ugliness that I paid money for, she’s not saying. Paint. Paint will fix a multitude of sins.
See? Shock? Awe? Horrified? No one knows.
I’m not sure she was wanting a project when she said she wanted a dresser for her birthday. But, she got one. She’s kind of enough to act excited about it. She’s one of a kind. I love her dearly.
Happiest of days, dear girl. I’m so thankful for the woman you’ve become.
Charlotte Moore says
I am sure with your talent it will look nice when it is finished.