Well-In the end it looks pretty good
if I do say so myself.
Remember when I painted the little black TV white here?
Well, I picked up a little chest from a thrift store to set it on.
However, it was so ugly I kept it covered with
Gramma Hazel's piano scarf.
Not wonderful but tolerable.
The fringed skirt hid this beaut!
Now, I am not one to paint GOOD wood furniture.
This is NOT a good piece. It has a cultured wood top.
Anyway, I gave her a ride to the kitchen
using the finest moving technique known to man
to keep from scratching the floor.
Maybe I could patent that technique and sell it?
Anyway, you can tell the old boy is out of town
because I painted it IN THE KITCHEN.
Up she goes to the top of the kitchen table.
She is perched on little painting triangles from Home Depot.
Here she is after two coats waiting to be waxed.
I might have muttered a couple of
bad words to myself trying to get paint
in all those louvers-to say NOTHING
of the words I might have muttered
trying to BUFF THE WAX on those things!
Finally, waxed and hardware reinstalled
she is moved back
to the little sitting room
where she is used to store
all my loose leaf binders of ideas.
Did I mention I painted inside with
Annie Sloan's Old Violet
which looks quite blue in this picture.
So, there she sits.waiting for me to light a fire
and watch Downton Abbey...
or any old Robert Redford film.
Do you see that rock down there on the left?
That is a huge piece of Amethyst -
a gift from my son and his wife brought back from their honeymoon.
Isn't it gorgeous?
It was the birthstone of my brother and my father.
A piece I hold dear.
It is full of dazzle in the daylight and so gorgeous.
MamasBoy ALSO brought me a large
piece of petrified rock that sits on the
other side of the fireplace.
As if the rocks in my head aren't enough.....
Speaking of dazzling...
MyHero will be quite be-dazzled when he gets up this morning.
I might, or might not, have
a few new treasures to show him that I found
while he was out of town.
Maybe if you are VERY GOOD
and promise not to
run your finger along the edge of the cake
and lick the icing off
because you think no one will notice-
well, I just might share my
new finds with YOU, too!
Am I the only idjit in the world that loves a Monday?