Four years ago I started sanding back the layers of paint in attempt to restore it to a point of beauty. But I am easily distracted. So It remained, half sanded until 18 months ago when I decided something (anything) had to be done. I finishd sanding back the paint from the box itself (but never bothered with the lid) and used an aerosol can and a lace tablecloth to get a pattern going.
Only problem was that once it was painted I didn't love the colour. Kym tells me it is staying that way because I ruined a tablecloth and got paint everywhere.... he really doesn't understand the artists vision.
In yet another attempt to organise our home, I pulled it out into the family room. I bought some cheap fabric from the salvos and tacked it on the lid (mustard is a colour I'm going to carry through the house).
I still haven't attached the lid to the box, but at least it is starting to look better. Every time I walked past it yesterday I thought "Gosh, I really don't like this", but after a bit of wine and sleep I've woken up with a special spot of love for the new look. I think as the room is organised and the colours are used more throughout the home it will look more like it belongs.
In other exciting news: Proof that I am not a complete plant savage. A cutting lives! And flowers!