Rebecca is getting ready to move out. She's happy. I'm happy. But it's still a little sad. An end of an era, so to speak. It's been an unexpected joy to live with my baby sister as an adult.
In preparation, we're trying to wrap up the billion flea market projects planned for her new digs. Namely this huge lamp, which we've nicknamed Big Bird.
Like idiots we did NOT take a before picture. But trust me, it was pretty ugly. Amber glass, brass roses and trim, yellowed shiny lamp shade.
So we spray painted it yellow (it lacks an extra coat just for good measure) and recovered the shade with white denim and some ribbon for trim.
This is by far the most frustrating part of spray painting. It's what happens when you get too over-zealous and really glob on the paint. It runs and drips. Luckily, Rebecca is easy going and shrugged, saying, "Eh, I'll just turn that part to the wall."
So wish her luck. She's spreading her wings and entering a new phase of life. I wish I could send her on her way with lots of money and a fully furnished apartment.
But instead, she'll have to settle for a hug and a Big Bird lamp.