One morning at our coffee circle my neighbour mentioned that she didn't like the state of the sign at the entrance of our subdivision. I told her that it bothered me too, and I had a great desire to paint it.
"So do I" she said enthusiastically! Great, all we needed was a partner in crime to spur us into action, so we started to make plans to splash some paint around. We set a date, gathered supplies and looked forward to a fun morning. Mother Nature sent a beautiful sunny day our way this morning so we packed our wagon full of painting supplies and set off down the street.
My Partner in Crime brought a table to put our painting supplies on..
...and we each had a ladder, so we were all set and soon got down to business.
The old wood sucked up the paint like a dry sponge, but we dabbed and brushed, and brushed and dabbed until...
...the sign started taking on a spiffy new look.
We laughed and talked and had a grand a glorious time working together.
Neighbours out walking stopped and cheered us on and thanked us for sprucing up the sign. Yep, it looked pretty good.
We might need some Ben Gay to rub into sore arm and shoulder muscles tonight, but we had a lot of fun, and
are quite pleased with the way the sign looks now.