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This desk makes me happy.  She's not perfect, but she makes me happy.

I was going to wait to take better pictures.  All styled and in Madeline's room like a really fancy person would do.  But the truth is...she'll probably rarely be styled and put together.

And I'm not really a fancy person.

Here's how she started.

I hope one day when Madeline's sitting and doing algebra or writing her first book report I'll remember the days that I painted her.  Twenty minutes at a time.

While listening to the neighbor girls play baby dolls in a cardboard box.  While watching Audrey zoom around the garage on her bike pretending to be a fire truck.  While the girls had a garage sale and paid for things with post-it notes.  And while James babbled away and waved at neighbors driving by.

Taking breaks to chat with a neighbor who also has a thing for craigslist and painting furniture.  Taking breaks to fill a sippy cup.

And taking breaks because someone just woke up from their nap.

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