To sleep or sell...

We choose sleep. Why? Well because there's just not enough in it for us apparently to make a yard sale happen.  We even went so far as to purchase the fluorescent signs to lure people into our neighborhood after going to the gym and on the way home from that purchase decided to just donate everything to Goodwill. 

We did not come to this decision lightly.  But we did make it quickly so that we could rip that bandage off and have the decision made.  Stuff will still be hauled off to Goodwill during the previously designated time of the now cancelled sale.  That stuff still has to get out of the house. We haven't needed like 99% of it since we moved into our place 4 years ago.  This will also take care of my JLSA quota (I inventoried all of it!)

This lack of ability to make things at the house like this happen is probably why I'm not a home improvement blogger and never posted after pics of our 1/2 bath on twitpic after we updated it slightly. 

But ask us to plan a trip to Europe and we're all over it like melted butter and syrup on pancakes. (In an effort to get healthier, my food intake has been reduced this week. I'm hungry. Send food.)

So onward and outward with the junk and maybe I can reclaim the "Room of Non-Requirement" before our guests arrive for the Fourth of July. (Maybe they'll bring food.)

Red hot...

This one is about the color red. The life it breathes into some old folding chairs. The fact that they now look hot(t- added for those who like super slang).

We inherited some chairs from hosting some poker parties at our place and they found an unfriendly home on our back porch. This is one of them. 

No way would this tush touch that seat.

This is not the worst of them. I am too ashamed of those to post pics.

This is how this baby looks with a shiny, happy coating of pocket book friendly (read found on sale!) red Rustoleum spray paint.  

I'd sit on that!

We have 4 or 5 chairs.  I completed 2.5 of them.  We greatly underestimated the amount of paint needed to complete the job. Justin bought more today on his lunch break, but sadly it was no longer on sale.

Sidenote: Justin commented on my ability to make sure I didn't miss the ground. Well, when we go to make a pretty little garden back there, all that stuff will get covered up anyway. You might be asking yourself when you'll be able to pick up fresh produce from the Barbour market.  We'll talk later. Much later.