Ever since I can remember, I’ve been obsessed with before-and-afters. I’d go over to my friends houses when I was growing up and organize their closets. I’d love seeing clothes on the floor one hour to color coordinated shirts hanging neatly. Not kidding. Color coordinated. To the rainbow.
As a teenager, I’d actually tune in when Proactiv commercials came on so that I could see those pimply cheeks turn clear ..in just 2 weeks! I subscribed to Proactiv for about 7 years patiently waiting on my ‘after.’
And then reality television got big. What Not to Wear? Hooked. Queer Eye for the Straight Guy? #1 Fan. I even loved when the Today Show chose one lucky lady in the crowd for a makeover. Swoon.
Don’t get me started on Extreme Makeover: Weight Loss Edition. Two hours of total transformation. The before-and-afters just kept coming and coming, what a dream! I was inspired enough to make my own fitness account on Social Media and tried my best to document all my befores just so I could work towards my afters. This phase didn’t exactly last long considering my body shape hasn’t changed much since I was like 18. And Oreos.
And then came Fixer Upper and boy, did I fall in love. If you look in the dictionary, Chip and Joanna Gaines’ photo should be next to ‘before-and-after.’ They are my inspiration for all things repurposed (me and millions of others, I know I’m not original on this one).
So where do I go from here? A clean-freak-Oreo-lover dreaming of clear skin, great fashion, and my very own fixer upper one day.
For the past few years, I’ve always loved going to different flea markets and antique stores looking for old treasures that need some love. The story behind the pieces is truly beautiful to me. Stories that deserve to be told and to be cherished. After the years, my walls have now been filled with these ‘stories’ but I haven’t wanted to stop reading and recreating them. That and my idle hands began to be only useful for being the mayor of ‘Chapville’ in SimCity after my boyfriend gifted me a tablet for Christmas. But responsible mayors must have other duties. Thus, Novo Designs Co. was born.
First came inventory and man, was I excited. My friend Jess and I ventured to the Brimfield Antique Show and didn’t leave for 6 hours. She bought a wagon just a few days before for the occasion and thank goodness she did because we had that thing filled within the first hour. We came up for air halfway into our treasure hunt and looked in our wagon to see a pile of wood. So much wood! And I was smiling from ear to ear. By the end of the day, I had a shutter under one arm and a ladder under the other as Jess wheeled our wagon in front of me. It may have been the best day of the year.
I probably haven’t met most of you reading this and I may never meet you. But we’re about to get personal. I came home later that day and hauled my loot into the apartment. I sat down and I looked at my pile of junk. And then I cried like a baby.
I thought about my ‘before’, my dreams and my idle hands. In that moment, I was my ‘after.’