I love decoupage projects. I’m so happy when I’m pasting cut-out vintage images onto a piece of furniture.
But today meant this room was due for an office cleaning.
Decoupage Project Inside These Cupboard Doors:
I can’t decide if I’m entirely happy with this decoupage project, where I decoupaged the insides of the doors of this cupboard.
But I’m going to leave it as it is I think. Because it would be another huge project to remove the images I decoupaged after they’ve dried.
It would be a long and tedious process.
It is my style; the images I found. I like the colors. So I guess it’s a keeper.
As Uncluttered As it Gets:
Believe it or not, this is about as uncluttered as I can get this room to look. There’s only so much space in this little house built in the 1930s.
Though I purged and tossed and moved things to the shed, this craft room/office looks cluttered to me.
There are two Singer Featherweight sewing machines in here. One I bought years ago at a sewing machine repair shop. The white one I purchased on eBay.
I haven’t sewed anything in a long time. It’s painful for my ankle to push the foot pedal.
My Singer Featherweights:
Still, I love my two little vintage Singer Featherweight sewing machines and plan to keep them. Maybe my granddaughter will want them someday.
I have a feeling someone’s going to be in that button jar tonight. Because it looks like I’m babysitting the grandchildren.
My Granddaughter & The Button Jar:
My granddaughter loves buttons. She likes to pick out the various colors and line them up on the table surface.
Every time she comes over she wants to dig into my big button jar. And I enjoy watching her play with the many buttons.
It’s another gray day outside. Mr. Squirrel has been digging around in my plant pots. I suppose he’s putting his bounty away for winter.
There seems to be more of an urgency when the air gets a bit nippy outside.
Nature’s creatures know what they have to do to take care of themselves through the various seasons.
I admire their instincts. Too bad people don’t have the same mechanism in their brains.
A true and logical survival instinct that supersedes all else.