Over the weeekend I framed the needlepoint barn.
I found the frame in my parents’ basement when I cleaned out the house. I think dad made it, but no way to know. It must have sat there for decades because I had to scrub it four times to get it clean.
It looked a little rough, so I gave it a coat of a stain/polyeurethane combo product. It cleaned up better than I thought it would.
That’s one more project off the bed of shame.
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