No, those aren't my new favorite types of sushi, they are the names of my new favorite dress and the paint color I used to restore this vintage vanity.
dress- salvation army $2.99 - 60% cause it was 60% off day.
shoulder pads- included
Got this bad boy at a yard sale down the street from my house for $25 dollars. The lady even delivered it to my house for me!
There went my weekend. After sanding it like I was sanding off the genitals of an ex-lover who had wronged me, painting it with 3 coats of mint fizz paint, and screwing on 8 knobs that cost me $3.69 a piece, it was time to bring it inside.
I still don't have a stool for it so I just sit in my favorite yoga pose.
So I left out a little drama. My dad wouldn't let me bring it in the house so I had to cover it with a holy tarp while it rained for 3 days in the backyard. By then it was a little warped on the bottom but I didnt care. Then while I was sick and dressed as an animated dog, I purchased a GALLON of paint (so stupid) cause I wasn't thinking. That set me back another 25 bucks. Then after I painted it, the drawers were getting stuck and I was all stressing out about trying to fit the mirror on so I laid down on my floor and cried. Luckily my uncle saved it for me, by showing me how to shave off some wood and paint and screwing on my mirror for me. My dad told me to just go buy another one, that this one was a piece of crap. But I had so much invested in it, he did not understand. These are the theories of junk my family lives by:
My dad: everything is junk in this house, unless it is mine.
My mom: I don't see any junk. Don't touch my stuff. I don't touch your stuff.
My former boyfriend who lived with us: Because of the over abundance of junk in your trunk, I will turn a blind eye to all other junk surrounding me.
Mint fizz b*tch*s,