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Friday Night Finishers

So, I read this book.


And I loved it.  

Not only am I particularly interested in crafty sorts of things, but the story of friends from so many walks of life all in different situations coming together was just really refreshing to read about.

And, of course, I began to think about my own girlfriends.

They're awesome.  And busy.  And I'm busy.  So, I don't see them near as often as I want to as finding the perfect date and time sometimes requires three trillion emails or texts just to be cancelled due to a.sick child, b.exhaustion, c.much needed family time or d.all of the above.

And then I read this book. And the solution occurred to me--why don't I stop complaining about how I miss my girlfriends and life is just too crazy and DO something about it!?  

So, I did.  I invited ladies that I knew well and just wanted to see a bunch more and those that I don't know hardly at all, but secretly stalk on facebook would like to for a twice-a-month gathering in our home.  The rules are simple: 1. bring any project you might be working on with the goal of finishing what we start, and 2. keep the conversation positive overall.

Thus, Friday Night Finishers was born.  (Thanks to Kathryn for the best name suggestion ever!)  The first night included homemade headbands, carving tile forms (holy cow, that one was cool!), knitting and sorting through hundreds of buttons.  I may or may not have spent the night talking and drinking sangria and enjoying 3 hours of kid-free time, but I promised to do more the next time.  The second meeting was equally awesome--we had people writing poetry, working on a prayer book, finishing thank-yous, creating flower-pens for a gift, making a super-cute wipes case and all the while talking about babies and cooking and husbands and life.  Awesome.

And, I actually did something more than drink sangria. (Although, I did that, too...)  I started and finished a project from my hoard treasure trove of projects: a chevron painted mirror for baby girl's room.  

I took an old mirror that my mother-in-law spotted at a thrift shop for $3.50 with a cute, curvy frame, and sanded off the old tan paint until it was bare wood.  Then, I gave it a coat of white, realized I needed to use a finer-grade sandpaper, and sanded it again a bit.  It came out sort of distressed-looking, which I loved, so I opted not to add another coat of white and to just go with it.


Next, after trying to make a chevron pattern without a template and realizing that every once in a blue moon, my husband is actually right, I used my super-awesome math skills and made myself a cardboard template to draw the stripes.  



Tip: make the stripe width the exact same width as your tape--you will save yourself HOURS of headache using only one strip of tape for each line!

After tracing the template repeated all the way down the mirror, pick your favorite painter's tape and tape that thing with as much anal-retentiveness accuracy as possible.


Just throw all of your tape scraps right in the center of the mirror since you aren't going to blog about this and don't care about the pictures you'll post as you go....sigh...

Anyway, once you've pressed your tape a billion times, you SHOULD take some white paint and put a layer down first to seal the tape and not get any leaks.  Because you know that's the right thing to do.  But, what you're actually going to do is paint the blue and then take the tiniest little paintbrush and white paint and have to go back and fix all of the mistakes...Then, take a sanding block and rough that thing up until you're pretty amazed at how awesome you are and determined that baby girl is not only going to LOVE this mirror, she is going to think you're the most awesome mom ever with great decorating style and she will love it so much that she'll want to take it with her to college.

The finished product:


I just love it, and it even made it straight onto the wall.  This project is 100% finished--what a great feeling!  

I'm loving this new group of awesome women who inspire me to finish projects in life and keep things together...so refreshing!

Any projects you're determined to finish coming up?  

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  1. I love the idea of an occasional girls' gathering! Several years ago my aunts and cousins got together once a month for knitting. It was so therapeutic! We should revive it. Now ... about this mirror. It's supercalifragilisticXbealidocious!!!!! I love it.

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    1. Thanks, Jen! I was pretty pumped about the way that mirror turned out:) I can't wait to pull out some knitting again...the fall/winter will be a perfect time to dive back in!

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