I like lists. A lot. I like making lists. I like crossing things off my lists. I really like to add things that I have already finished to my current lists, just so that I can cross them off. I have all kinds of lists titled with all kinds of subjects. Indoor Projects. Outdoor Projects. Emails to send. Work tasks to do. Things to buy. Things to buy when I win the lottery . . .
Over the weekend, we did a little reorganizing in the garage. I came across this old mirror that we’ve had stored for quite a few years. It just didn’t quite fit with this house and I hated to get rid of it since it was an antique. But since I wasn’t using it in its current state, I took the plunge and gave it a makeover. Removing the mirror from the frame, I hesitated at the 1943 stamped date before spraying it with a number of coats of chalkboard paint. Then I painted the frame with some of our leftover trim paint. Initially I was going for a nice smooth finish on the paint to coordinate with the door trim it would be hanging next to. But, the first two coats were not as smooth as I wanted and I thought it might help to sand it down a little before adding another coat of paint. When I sanded it, though, I loved the distressed look so much that I just sprayed the whole thing with a quick coat of clear paint. Reassembled it with its new chalkboard and sent my man to Home Depot late Saturday night to get new hardware to hang it.
I am really, really excited about how this turned out. So glad that I painted that mirror I’ve been hanging on to. And SO glad that I bothered to get out the sandpaper. I found a few other “someday” projects out in the garage that I’d like to get to work on. I’m adding them to my lists.
Isn’t it funny how the to-do lists grow exponentially with each thing that you cross off?
The weather is warming up, the days are getting longer, and the girls are all growing way too fast. I was looking at the bin of summer clothes for Gracie today and I couldn’t bring myself to get them out. I feel like I just put them away; it seems like Olivia was just running around in those very clothes. Time passes too quickly on days like this and I start to panic that I’ve let moments slip by that I won’t remember. Even through scrapbooking, photographing, and now, bloggging, I often feel like I’m only capturing the tip of the iceberg.
Two Easters ago, Olivia wore one of the outfits that I saw folded in that box this afternoon. I went into my office and thumbed through the mini-album I created to capture those sweet memories and it just made me smile. In case you’re looking for a bit of Easter inspiration, I thought I’d share the album.