Grand Jack was my Mom's Dad. I don't have many items that belonged to my grandparents, but for years I have had this simple bookcase that Grandjack built. It was in my grandmother's garage for as long as I can remember, holding cans of paint and jars of screws and nails. It's a simple piece, but special to me.
|Let's see how many of you can spot the dryer sheet. Junebug drags them everywhere! :)|
It was chippy. And shabby. But not in a good way.
I coated the interior with a very pale greyish color (the result of mixing 3 similar wall color samples into a bucket). I painted the outside with a mixture of two almost empty cans of white chalk paint.
It's hard to photograph this spot because it's in a bit of a narrow pass through area. Here it is from the living room.
This crusty wire frame is so unique. I think it needs an old photo of Grand Jack, don't you? For now all I had was this antique gentleman stranger.
Have a wonderful evening!