It's true.
I'm a chick.
I have the hormones, the physical characteristics, and love for shoes that chicks have.
However...
The idea of buying flatware or groceries or a microwave for that matter, gives me the chills. Not just chills my friends...The type of affliction that one might receive when viewing the goriest of horror flicks...at a drive in theatre...in a bikini...in the dead of an Alaskan winter. Therefore, this magnet was a must have:
The inside of my fridge is wasted space:
The absence continues:
Although, sometimes I indulge my inner Trading Spaces diva...
I buy old window panes...
After painting and gold leafing them...they become frames:
Same concept applies to chairs. Paint+Nails=Funky Shelves.
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