Junk

It's taking over my life.

At this point, I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  

You might remember the chalkboard I nabbed from the curb this summer.  It had good bones, but was pretty worn out other wise.  I painted the whole thing white and then painted the chalkboard and the white board with black chalkboard paint.  It' isn't perfect, but it's usable now.  

And my porch.

(Click on that photo if you want to see the back story on each item.  I forgot to say the big white thing on the right is an oil drip sheet.  That is going to be a magnet board SOMEDAY.

Projects in various states of needing to be painted, in the process of being painted and already painted.  My driveway is a mixture of spray paint over spray and chalkboard drips.  The pink tray was green.  The green clipboard was brown, now it's green, but I am going to paint it with chalkboard paint now.  I'm undecided on the box, but now I am thinking the front might be good with chalkboard paint.  Then you could write CRAYONS or BREAD on it.

*I swore I would never, ever, ever make anything with chalkboard paint.  Ever.  

And my backyard.  

I started rounding up the junk for the Barn Sale.  I want to have an even mixture of vintage, handmade and actual junk.  Here you see the junk.  Everything in the photo is for the sale.  Except for the red wagon.  That was The Bean's and will be repurposed into a tray one of these days.  Some of it is for display, but most of it is for sale.  

Why is junk so addicting?  I get sick of it and want it GONE and before I know it, I am on Craigslist looking for a yard sale.  I think I need an intervention!