rock and roll dress up

January 12th, 2011

trash picked case

I’ve been meaning to post this week, but there is a little baby who has decided otherwise. No more naps in the morning for him. Damn. I knew this day was coming, but still, damn. Well now the picture of the box up there looks a little foreboding–like I’m going to ship the baby off somewhere because he won’t nap.  Don’t worry he’s right here. I’ve built a few castles and had multiple picnics on the rugs with the stinker as I try to write these few sentences.

case handle

The case is some treasure trash picked by my fantabulous friend who gave it to me (thank you, lil!).  I can’t imagine why she didn’t want it, but I didn’t ask. It is a little gnarly on the inside and not in a good way, but it is so rock and roll I can’t even handle it. It will have a decidedly un-rock and roll new life though–as the dress up box. I’m going to line it with some fabric and put it under my daughter’s bed.  We rearranged the kids room a while back and the big dress up suitcase just didn’t fit any more and we’ve been without ridiculous outfits for too long. Maybe I’ll even put the mirrors back up.

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5 Responses to rock and roll dress up

  1. Suzanne says:

    What a great find! My Mom found a wonderful bench with a built in storage space that my girls used once upon a time for dress up.

  2. good one! so, is it smelly? I have a train case I’ve been wanting to reline and gift to someone, but it reeks of antique makeup or something. Anyone have tips for neutralizing that kind of odor?

  3. Carla says:

    Feel you big time on the loss of a morning nap. I wish I could stop myself from having a panic attack every time my little one decides to change his schedule. Very cool trunk, it will make a great dress up storage container.

  4. Elizabeth says:

    That’s a great find! I liked your line about having been with out ridiculous outfits for too long. It’s always fun to see what kids come up with.

  5. Melanie says:

    I love treasure trash. I got an old footlocker at a garage sale for $5 that we have my daughter’s dress-up clothes in. Someone spray-painted it gold on the outside, but hey, it contains the frilly madness.