Hoarder?

So the other day I went to my parents house and came home with....wait for it....a bag of crap. Yes, a bag of crap. I asked my mother if she had any old frames I could have and after an intense search in their storage room ending with my father lugging a double bagged, extra large trash bag up the stairs and into my trunk, all the while my mom called me a hoarder, I arrived home with an eager grin on my face to start creating.

All of these hideous,dated and just plain terrible ugly wood frames were about to get a rude awakening.

A much needed facelift from my new BFF, ole' doc spraypaint. Oh, How I love me some spray paint.

Here is a sneak peak at a few of my creations from my hoarding bag of junk that I used to spruce up our new play area downstairs...more to come...