Not your grandmother's cupboard

This is a story of a cupboard.

It started out so tall.

A little too tall for our liking.

So we cut its legs down to size.

Then I used some Ikea stain and learned the moms are always right now matter what your age is. 

Then we learned the wonderous joys of spray paint.

In less then one day I had this:

Ahh, much better.

Off to Hobby Lobby we went or as my Nannie calls it, Roly-Polys and got some scrapbook paper.

So that the paper wouldn't be so bright I hired my Wild Man to help me stain it with coffee.

I agreed to pay him in Chicken nuggets.

Once the paper dried I have a neat backdrop.

Then go to Anthroplogie with blinders on and try you ever lovin best to only look at the knobs.

You fail, but don't get down for too long.

Then you fill it up with all the white dishes and a the small silver pieces that you can find.

Ta Da...

Much better now.

I am linking to these parties.