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This or that?

So I finally committed to the lampshade I bought for my Goodwill lamp.

It was a basic white rectangle shade from Target. I couldn't get anything longer because they didn't have any, plus and actually most important, I didn't want to buy a shade that cost more than the lamp. But that's exactly what ended up happening. Note to self, do not buy a lamp without a shade.

At first, I hated it because you could see the metal part peeking out from under the lampshade. Dang, I forgot the before picture. But after I painted it black and covered it in gold duct tape, i think i might like it. 


The question now is, just cover the top in gold or cover both top and bottom. Please consider Exhibit A and Exhibit B if you will. 


before, before. 


Exhibit A


Exhibit B


Breakdown. 
Lamp base. $14.99 from Goodwill.
Lamp shade: $14.99 from Target
Black fabric paint: $0.67 Hobby Lobby
Gold duct tape: $3.37 Walmart.


I made my first pillow. I had some leftover fabric, or maybe it was a headtie for one of my gowns. I had an old comforter that I was going to throw away, I took it apart and used the stuffing for the pillow. My only regret is that I should have made it a tad bit taller.

Tiny bolster pillow. 
It was fun though. Haven't sewn by hand since I was a little girl making clothes for my doll, Sunbo. It was a blue plastic doll with no moveable parts, but I loved her. Anyone know of it?

Now to clean the dust off this other lamp I found. The shade is stuffed with dust, and I don't have the right type of vacuum cleaner. Any ideas? I have been brushing with a paintbrush. 
$12.99, goodwill of course.




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