About 2 hours later I was staring at this wonky looking box of mine thinking that I should have waited for my hubby to get home. But instead of giving up, I kept working at it. Yes, a good coat of paint would cover up most of my oopses…hopefully.
And after a few coats of paint my wonky little money box was looking much better.
It has character. None of the sides are even. There are holes where there shouldn’t be. Gaps where there shouldn’t be. And a nail sticking out the back. And yes, a distressed paint job that went all wrong. However, I cant help but like it! I think its because I made it myself. Its perfectly imperfect and it has character. And looks like it just belongs in my farm stand.
It still bothers me that I have to have a locked box in my farm stand and that there are dishonest people in the world.
But the more I think about it, I would be doing wrong by not teaching my kiddos about these people, even though I am raising them to be honest individuals.