I'm maranda. I love art and creative things. As a twenty-something I'm naturally confused. About everything. After studying zoology, I want to make furniture. Seems logical.
It all started when I moved into a hugely unaffordable apartment with my best friend, that no twenty-something's could ever dream of affording. But we managed (barely) and aside from making rent and living off ramen and McDonald's we had no extra money to buy furniture, non the less nice furniture. But luckily, less then a mile away was a goodwill. They were a friendly bunch and despite my friends unwillingness to go into a thrift store, we needed furniture. Bad. So in we went and we came out successful with a cheap pair of dressers and a mirror. They were chipped and quite frankly kinda gross. They needed some TLC. We got them home threw them on the deck and went and raided my parents garage. We found a tiny sander and some black paint. Then we went to work. Two days later, we had Two much better looking and mostly ding free dressers and a mirror. I was hooked. I loved the fact I could take a beat down old piece of furniture and make it look pretty good. It was a good feeling.
And now here I am, two years later, living back with my parents, with my own "workshop" experimenting with furniture. No classes, no supervision, and no knowledge of what I'm doing. Just a few bucks, my instincts and some Internet advice. Lets see how this goes.
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