When nature gives me weather over 50 degrees, I give myself a paint brush, because it's the last chance I'll get. If I don't get things spruced up now, I'll be staring at them all winter.
Paint for the bench mom gave me last year, and stain for the birdhouse she passed onto me this fall.
Farewell, broken shutter.
And another coat of stain for the steps, cellar doors, cat enclosure, and picnic table before the snow flies.
2 comments:
Your new place looks fantastic!
You are a do-er, no mistaking that! Looks great!!!
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