I’m drying flower pettles. Or at least I hope I am; I layered them in a shoebox in between sheets of paper towels. Now I have to wait to see if they dry or just grow into a box of mold.
I got out the old trim to go around my new window, I have some wood carving tools, an electric sander, and inspiration.
I sanded the big areas a ton, then used my tools to chip away the paint that’s caked up in all the detail.
Just for my bedroom window- it’s almost done, and it looks so much better. I think I’ll wood putty any spots and sand it smooth and paint it white- although seeing all the wood color and grain- perfectly aged- kinda makes me want a wood finish.
The farm I talked about before- I’m loosing faith in that adventure. Maybe it was meant for me to see and imagine right now, and not act until I can’t stand no to.
I don’t know really… I’m just speculating.