Years ago, we picked up a second hand bookshelf for my son’s room. It was to be a rough and tumble catch-all for his collections of model cars, magazines and the occasional forgotten empty dish. It was not a prized piece – particularly after a pen leaked all over the top. It looked so much like a grumpy old monster – it just needed some eyes…and an encouraging thumbs up
Now that my son is grown, this poor shelf has become the unwanted eye-sore in every room I’ve tried to place it (read: none of the rest of the family wanted it either). So, it ended up in my room…and was crying to be redone.
Now the monster is a princess – all the sanding, trimming, painting and aging has paid off – and this might just be worth hanging on to for a while longer.