Small Change, Major Happy

I finally cracked the ole paint bucket back open today. I got about half of the first coat of edging in the office done before life beckoned and I had to wash the brush and shut things down.

What can you do? That's just DIY in real life. I start one project just to stop and start another. Painting walls isn't exactly kid friendly, so when the babes are around I try to do something a little less messy or just wait till nap time.

So I decided to do a small project after lunch. By little, I mean it took less than ten minutes.

I have a storage box that I use to store the girls' shoes in. There is over twenty pairs of shoes in this thing and the girls are in and out of this box several times a day.

I bought the storage box for cheap, because the top cover was wearing off at the time. Soon after I got it, I pulled the torn cover off and it has sat in our entry way looking like this since we moved in.

It needed a little update.

I unscrewed the hinges that held the lid on.

I grabbed some fabric I already had on hand and a staple gun (a girls best friend!) and stapled the fabric in place.

I reattached the hinges. (Look at the shoes piled in there)!

And voila!

A happy little change for the entry!

Happy Thursday!

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