Gurly Dresser

I refinished/painted a dresser for my little girl.  That's why it has pink.

Sometimes i wish i was better at taking pictures.  Then i remember how few people actually see my pictures, and i go back to blissful apathy.

Experimenting with projects is great, because then if anything goes wrong i can tell people, "It was just an experiment, i'll do something awesome next time."  Then i hide it in my kid's room.  I'm still waiting to do something awesome...

LESSONS LEARNED from this project:  

1.  Painting different parts of the same piece with different colors really doesn't look as awesome as it may sound.  Not even sure if i like the bare wood paired with painted wood.

2.  Seriously woman, use tape!  A painted edge never looks as good as it could if you tape it first! It's a good thing this picture isn't better, or you might see the white primer peaking out next to the teal paint.  It's worse than underwear showing.

3.  It's amazing what mere shellac can do for wood.  Those drawers practically glow.  I almost wish i had taken the time to sand down the entire dresser instead of painting over the previous bad paint job.

I thought my eyes were already open

I have often heard the saying, 'You never know what you have until it's gone.'  I have tried to take it to heart and appreciate the multitude of blessings Heavenly Father has showered me with, so many simply because i live in a rich country, many more because of my upbringing by wise parents, neither of which i can take any credit for. But it seems there is no substitute for experience.
It's downright amazing how much more beautiful the world is when your son isn't dying anymore.
About ten days ago, A developed such severe asthma that he gasped for breath while huge tears fell off his red face. I was so stunned, not sure where to take him or how to get him there.  His dad took over while i handled the two boisterous little siblings.  A was soon transported to the children's ICU.  It took over 12 hours to get his oxygen levels up to normal.  After that, he improved steadily, and was able to come home the next day.
People said it sounded scary.  It didn't feel scary to me at the time, not like the fear i usually feel.  I may have been naively unconcerned, since i haven't heard of any children dying of asthma lately.  I knew there was medicine to help him, I knew there were people who would help.  I knew my son was going to be okay.  I am immensely grateful that my Heavenly Father saw fit to let my little boy stay with us.
Now my heart lightens up even more when i see his funny little smile.  I hope i will remember this feeling, and can remember to show my love for him every time he walks in the room.  My husband once said of A, Even the worst day with him is better than a day without him.