Welp, here I am at 1123p working with epoxy, various plates, saucers, shot glasses, cordials and yep, you guessed it... baby oil.
LABELS! The bane of all humanity! The axis of evil! Murder on the thumbnails (not sure that one will ever grow back straight)! Ugh. All the effort that is wasted by every person that has ever bought something in their lifetime... over a stupid little label! So, now, from the Scrapuccino Room all the way to the kitchen and back again you will most likely find a little trail of errant baby oil dribbles. That stuff, if left long enough, could probably coax the stuck of all stuck lids, pipes, wheels and labels! But OH THE AGONY of waiting!!!
So, here I sit. Designing business cards, taking pics in my oh-so-glam "storage area" (aka the garage on top of the freezer), chatting with you all (all 5 of you - and by the way, you ROCK - you know who you are), burning the midnight baby oil while I don't wait for paint to dry, but instead wait for that baby oil to work its magic.
By the by - if anyone has a lead on a basic open shelf rack I can drag into the Scrapuccino Room so I can let my hubby have his side of the oh-so-glam garage, he'd be most appreciative.
And that's just how The Homemaker rolls. Night all.
