I got this jewelry box from my sister-in-law when I was about 10. It was the first "grown-up" gift I remember getting. I've had it hanging around for over 30 years now (go ahead, do the math, I'm almost 43!).
I never did understand why it had an image of slaves picking cotton on it. Maybe this is a famous painting or something but nevertheless it needed a change. It was one of those fast and easy projects. Just take out the mirror and the fabric, paint it black, put in some new fabric and you're done.
Wasn't that easy? And isn't it funny how the smallest project can give you a feeling of accomplishment?
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