Last weekend, I felt inspired to do something totally creative. I call it messy art.
I like anything worn, tattered, lived, loved and handled.
I saw some blocks on Pinterest somewhere and wanted to do something like it. I purposely didn't go back to the photo because I didn't want to try to duplicate what I saw, I wanted to come up with something with the supplies I had on hand. The only resources I had was cardboard and paint. And knowing that my wonderful husband didn't want to get "sucked" in to one of my project...(those are his words), I decided I had better stick with something that I can cut on my own.
I actually thought cutting cardboard was going to be much harder than it was but with a fresh blade in my own pink Husky box cutter, that I will not anyone use but me...I know, I'm possessive. I just need to ensure that when I want to use it, it will be where it belongs. With Kirk, there is no guarantee that he will know where he puts things after he uses tools. I like to know where my "stuff" is.
So....back to the cardboard. I was a little nervous just painting it where everyone can watch. I was hoping that they weren't thinking....ewww....gross! But the basement was too cold for my liking and the kitchen table was much warmer. I pretty much hated it until I took this stain that I had found at Michaels a while back to antique the squares.
Needless to say, it was fun. My hands were a mess. I think it turned out great for being cardboard and paint. My family isn't apalled by it's presence hanging in the dining area.
Life is Good.