So once upon a time there was this...pretty average looking china hutch.
It was bought several years ago with the greatest of intentions to transform it into something amazing.
Full of sass and character.
And then it sat.
It collected dust in a garage for a while until the family moved and finally had the perfect place for it.
Actually, the room was practically made for it.
It had finally found the perfect home.
But it was still pretty average.
It needed to be put to work immediately.
It held all the things.
All the odds and ends, unfinished craft projects, supplies, pretty little things that would probably, most likely, at some point be used for something wonderful.
And so it held all the things.
Averagely.
Until one day, years after it had been discovered and promised to be turned into something beautiful... it happened.
The paint came out... the doors were taken off... and it's happily ever after began...
It was bought several years ago with the greatest of intentions to transform it into something amazing.
Full of sass and character.
And then it sat.
It collected dust in a garage for a while until the family moved and finally had the perfect place for it.
Actually, the room was practically made for it.
It had finally found the perfect home.
But it was still pretty average.
It needed to be put to work immediately.
It held all the things.
All the odds and ends, unfinished craft projects, supplies, pretty little things that would probably, most likely, at some point be used for something wonderful.
And so it held all the things.
Averagely.
Until one day, years after it had been discovered and promised to be turned into something beautiful... it happened.
The paint came out... the doors were taken off... and it's happily ever after began...
Ok, so I could barely keep a straight face while writing that... but it just kinda happened.
So there's that.