This toy box was made for me when I was little by my mom's step-mom's dad. I must have been very small because some of my earliest memories were of this toy box. It was plain brown forever. When Ben and I got married, we had a lot of dark colors in our apartment; Hunter Green (tee hee, remember when that color was all the rage?), Burgundy, Gold, and Navy Blue. I painted the trim of the toy box in Hunter Green. Just because I could. It stayed that way up until recently. This poor toy box had been stashed in storage while I mulled over what to do with it. I certainly wasn't going to part with it, but had a hard time coming to terms with painting it completely. I finally decided to do just that so the toy box could come out of exile and join the family.

Here it was before:

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Here it is in all it's gloss black glory:

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Next, I want to see if I can find some handles to replace the nylon rope thing we've going on there on the end. I might splurge and buy some cool fabric and make a little cushion for the top. But for now, this little guy has a place and a purpose, which is a good start.


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