Hi, I'm Anna, and I'm Addicted.
Like many adamant lovers of all things pretty, I have recently become addicted to Pinterest. It's like I've finally discovered what has been missing in my life. Ha. No more Google doc spreadsheets with random notes that no longer make sense and links that no longer work or Powerpoint files with collections of pictures with no sources.
Anyways, I came across this poster that basically sums up my thoughts lately. It's so simple. As an engineer who solves other peoples' problems all day long, sometimes I forget to solve my own. Or I forget that I have to be happy in order to want to solve other peoples' problems.
So, I've ensued a sort of self-inventory checklist. What is it that causes a happy face nowadays? Besides being sun soaked and enjoying the beautiful water of the Florida Panhandle with my husband, pretty things coming together to cause a person to light up every time they walk into the room causes a happy face. I love finding things at Goodwill or a thrift store, buying some spray paint and turning something super ugly into something wonderful. It almost breaks my heart when I find something amazing and have to pass it up because I already have a dining room table, or because I already have a dresser.
Then inspiration hit me with these chairs. Beautiful, white painted, Ikat fabric covered, dining room chairs. Why can't I do this? Combine some Craigslist buying action with some spray paint and fabric (maybe I'll even get crazy and try to actually use the sewing machine my husband got me for Christmas...) and re-do some chairs. Maybe I'll keep them, maybe I'll sell them. Or maybe one of my sisters will see them and beg me to give them to her. Quite possible.
Then inspiration hit me with these chairs. Beautiful, white painted, Ikat fabric covered, dining room chairs. Why can't I do this? Combine some Craigslist buying action with some spray paint and fabric (maybe I'll even get crazy and try to actually use the sewing machine my husband got me for Christmas...) and re-do some chairs. Maybe I'll keep them, maybe I'll sell them. Or maybe one of my sisters will see them and beg me to give them to her. Quite possible.
