Jo-Jo Gets a Makeover

First up, thanks to everybody who participated in our (lively!) discussion on Monday’s post. I appreciate your feedback, whether or not we agreed with each other.

Today’s topic is a liiiiiittle bit less fraught, unless you just have something against furniture discussions, in which case this post may not be for you.

Speaking of furniture. Do you know what’s addictive? Selling it.

And, no, I haven’t gotten a part time job at my local Ashley Furniture store. Quite the opposite. I’ve started a rather hopping little furniture business out of my own home. Okay, so that’s not strictly true either. But, every now and then, when I have multiple items for sale on a local Facebook page and two people show up at the same time to buy separate items, it sort of looks that way.

It’s so much fun to style and post something and then see the little red notification numbers pop up on my screen as people leave comments. I think that’s the addictive part. If I post an item on Craigslist, I have no way of knowing how many people are interested unless they contact me. But this is much more immediate and interactive. And the best part? Even though I live in the boonies, people come to my front porch to pick up the larger items, and, because the group I’m a part of is relatively small, I can Facebook stalk research my buyers before they come.

Shaun loves all of this.

He’s less thrilled when I find things to buy.

Things like this fun hutch I scored for a major deal (as long as you don’t factor in future repairs to my van’s bumper when I banged it against an unexpectedly high concrete driveway border when I was picking it up. Doh).

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Remember Jo-Jo? Last fall, she was the proud resting place for my yellow framed DIY chalkboard. But then, the glass broke after we used it outside for the twins’ 2nd birthday party…and the frame has sat empty atop Jo-Jo for the past 10 months or so.

I honestly didn’t have a purpose for the hutch, but it came with a desk I wanted for the boys’ room, so I figured I would make it work…somewhere.

I had planned to paint it, but more and more, I’m loving the look of stained wood as long as it’s in great shape (isn’t it funny how these trends ebb and flow? I like to think I’m not subject to their whims, but I’m sure I am more than I know). So, I left it alone.

It languished on my front porch for months (so glad I live in the country, and only the UPS guy–oh, and my new stream of “customers”–are witness to my redneck ways) because I just couldn’t quite wrap my brain around where it needed to live.

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{You can see evidence of its sojourn on the front porch in those cobwebs that I missed when I wiped it down}

And then, all at once, we were selling this hall-tree, and the hutch and desk, which had temporarily been moved inside, were in the way, and the ONLY place I could think to perch the hutch was on top of Jo-Jo.

At first, I didn’t think it worked at all. It was too brown. And boring.

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{Cobwebs and unmopped floors, oh my!}

But then, I remembered a cache of funky plates I’ve been collecting slowly for my plate wall over the past year. They were the “extras,” if you will (because, let’s face it: having a plate wall is a great excuse to nab a fabulous $2 plate when you happen across it).

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{Okay, so the bird plate is from Anthro, and it was $7. I confess!}

But now they, and my hutch, have a home. And I think they get along just swimmingly.

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The hutch plays off of the brown tones in my floors. And the plates tie into the Jo-Jo’s playful yellow knobs and curvy lines. And the cake plates + funky faux teacup stack? Well, they just make me happy.

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If I know anything about myself, it will probably sit, untouched, like this for about another 10 months before I get another wild hair to change something up.

But for now, I’m pleased as punch (or plates, if you prefer).     jojo5

So, what do you think? Does the hutch work for you too?

Have you ever sold anything on a Facebook swap ‘n shop? I’ve bought a few things in the past but only recently gotten into selling. But now…watch out! My husband’s probably worried we’re going to be sleeping on the floor soon!

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