Lately it seems that Ben and I’s weekends have consisted of some sort of DIY or condo improvement project. Neither of us are handy-man (or woman) inclined, so it’s an interesting and hilarious challenge for both of us. Most of the time we’re just hoping nothing falls apart and improvising on tools that we need, but don’t have. Say we’re lacking a hammer: we find something flat to put against the nail in the wall and use a wrench, that we actually have, to bang the nail in. Easy breezy. Also, we should definitely buy a hammer.
After some dismantling, a few coats of paint, reattaching, and some loud banging that I was sure would wake our neighbors up – we had our mason jar storage for cotton balls, Q tips, and my makeup brushes.
So cute, so rustic.
