Day Two of resuscitating a table.
The table was scratched, marred, burnt and in some places taped.
The requisite amount of bubble gum was even stuck to the bottom to signify the amount of years in service and the table’s call for retirement.
But we saw something else in it — good bones.
Just in desperate need of some tender loving care.
I’ll share the after photos of the table soon, but in the meantime, here’s me —AFTER — note my hair that accidentally dipped into a full can of paint as I leaned under the table.
I find before and after stories intriguing.
I suppose we all do, or there wouldn’t be The Biggest Loser and Extreme Home Makeover tearing up eyes across the nation at night.
Makes me think of my own before and after stories.
The one where I was a star athlete before and a cancer survivor after.
The living a fairytale marriage before and a nightmare divorce after.
The losing everything before and getting it all back but even better after story.
And, I suppose, there is this story which isn’t quite finished yet.
The me before a year of not shopping and the me after taking care of my head, heart, body and soul for 365 days.
Who knows what I will be after this promise ends, on January 1st of 2012.
But I can say this: I will never be the same again.
Just goes to show what a little TLC can do when we are scratched, marred, burnt and in some places taped.
And, that’s the funny thing about before and after stories.
You have to make it to end to start a new beginning.