She was so happy to give it to me and tell me how easy it would be for me to fix up. I saw dollar signs and massive amounts of time and hassle and so it sat. For a while the kids gave each other rides around the house in it since it has wheels. However Matt put the kibosh on that when he noticed they were scuffing up the walls.
And so it sat in the laundry room for about 3 weeks taunting me.
Nice fabric is like $10 a yard and I was thinking I probably needed 2 to do this right. My free box was going to cost a lot more than free to be pretty enough to use. Finally it dawned on me that we have a stack of old sheets downstairs from the days before pink was banned from our bedroom (back from when there was just a me not an us). And so voila! With a little fabric glue and Matt's staple gun I was able to cover the nasty denim with some pretty-enough-for Annie's room pink!
I didn't stop there though. Oh no. While looking through our old sheets I found a piece of a quilt my mom made me for my daybed back when I was oh say eleven'ish. Serious quilters and crafters stop reading here. I sliced it up and staple gunned it to the top for a little flare.
The best part was I didn't even have to clean the Construx off my sewing machine table for this project. No sewing involved when you have a staple gun.
The lid turns over so you can use it as a table. So when Annie's reading the newspaper in her princess chair she'll have a place to set her coffee. Perfect!
So for once free really meant free!.
Well, to me, today, it was free.
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Cheryl bought the box, I should probably give her her $5 back now that I've fixed it up.
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My mom spent time and money on the quilt 18 years ago. She's not getting any money, she probably didn't even know that I had pieces of that quilt left.
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So it was sort of free I guess. Free enough.
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