Day 10 of 30 days till Something

Torture.

 So, here we are in Europe, apparently. Or in the back corner of Grandma's basement. This avocado isn't doing it for me, really. I mean, it kind of is. But chances are, I'll start hating it in March, and no one refinishes furniture in Iowa in March.

 Back at the farm....Don't get me wrong. I'm down with the farm. Totally. Chicken wire, antique wheels, messy gardens full of food and happiness....but this finish just looks like it'd be hard to clean.

 OK, here in the land of Whimsy, we are experiencing a flashback of the last nasty thing my husband said to me. Apparently, in his world of order and perfection, Whimsical is a cardinal sin, and I'm Soooooooo WHIMSICAL! Which actually makes me kind of love this finish. Two benefits; it makes me happy and (bonus!) it drives him crazy! "Hey Honey; Check out the physical manifestation of the part of my personality that both drew you to me and repels you! Wooooo Hooooooo!" Yeah. Tempting.

This looks a lot like the farmhouse finish, but it's got a coat of poly on it, which would make it easier to clean. What if I varnish the top and leave the insides alone? Hm. Guess I'd better decide this morning. I have a mommie-lunch at 1. Yeah. Hard Life.