Feast your eyes.
No, really. Look closely at the crud covered window. Now imagine what the crud on a crud covered window would be, if you found the window in an old barn.
A cow left a peice of itself here. Probably several cows actually, which I got to enjoy when I began cleaning it.
I remember that I cried a little...
I painted out the glass white first. Because reasons.
Then I taped it off and painted the black chalkboard paint on. But as you can see, I left the weathered wood and traces of cow poo for authenticity.
Then I labored over the numbers that I drew on with chalk (for real, it took forever).
Lastly, I apparently photo shopped the tookers out of this picture and made it appear as if it were under flourescent lighting.
I eventually hung it in my foyer, which had undergone a makeover as well, as I will show in another post.
Now I have a window that I cannot see out of, but rather use as a reminder everyday, of just who we all are.
You're welcome family.
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