I peruse craigslist every morning to see if there's a piece of furniture waiting for me to back into someone's driveway, load the shabby-and-not-at-all-chic chair into my vehicle, and give it a glamorous makeover.
Hence, the risk of Mike hiding the GPS. It has made it so much easier to find my way to all those craigslist sellers. Too easy, says he.
I scored a vintage Kroehler foot stool the other day and had trouble finding a place for it in my studio, which currently looks like a used furniture store. See below...
The "Waiting" Room. As in "Waiting for some attention".
Inspiration Station
This isn't the worst of it. I should be down there now, sanding something instead of writing this a 1:30 a.m.
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