A while back I saw this dresser on a members only Facebook page for $20.00.
She was rough. I mean really rough.
I liked the curvy front doors and was able to work a deal. I do not know why, but I immediately saw this piece as a bar for my son-in-law and daughter. They entertain a lot and have a smallish main room. This small piece will hold drinks and snacks. I knew I wanted a shelf for snacks when company is over.
The Southern Belle asked for stem ware holders in the cabinet. There was a missing drawer so we decided to put in wine storage. It was a matter of adding vertical boards to divide the space. The first step was to sand and prime it.
Please don’t judge me because I am the messiest primer ever. I just work to get the thing covered, but it is not beautiful.
Hubby left me home working and went up to the Garagemahal alone. Before he left, I helped him pick out a navy blue paint color. This did not go as planned. This was not navy. You can read all about it here. Choosing the Right Navy Blue
It took another trip to the store for Hubby but the next color worked. December Eve.
It took a lot of work and I am proud of the work, just not the photos I took. Here is the finished project. Brushed nickel hardware, drop down shelf, bottle storage and all.
Blue is so stinkin hard to photograph. Lessons this fall. For sure. The color is much darker and richer than it looks here.
I have a grand-dog. She is a sweet-tempered rescue pup named Maeby and lives with The Southern Belle and Big Cat in North Carolina.
What do you get a dog for Christmas who has everything she wants? I mean she has all the belly rubs, walks, chew toys and snacks a girl could dream of. She is even famous. Her pretty face is on the cover of Pawblo Picasso custom pet portraits.
That is her on the left side. The happy one!
She really is a happy dog. Her parents love adore her and have a commissioned painting of her pretty face. Recently I was cleaning out a stack of old pictures (under our bed) and ran across this silhouette of me in like third grade. It got me thinking. I remembered that I had a picture of Maeby in portrait.
An idea formed in my little brain. A rustic silhouette on barn wood of Miss Maeby.
Hubby cut the boards to roughly the same length. He wanted to clean up the edge but I wanted it to look rough. I painted it my favorite off white, Cinnamon Cake by Behr then sanded the hound out of it to make the wood show through. Next, I glazed the boards with Behr Faux Effects mixed with just a little Behr Revival Mahogany. I wanted another layer so I wiped it all down with dark walnut stain. I liked the look of the wood enough that I could have just stopped at this point really, but the next step was to print the photo of Maeby on an overhead transparency sheet. If I had a projector that would project the picture straight on the wall that would have been awesome. I don’t. I do have access to an overhead projector. ( Check out school district auctions, they go on sale all the time for a few bucks.)
Shine it up on the wood, trace then fill in with charcoal colored paint.
Sounded good huh? I hated the first attempt. Well, I thought I did anyway. It took a few days and looking at the picture to realize that I really needed to rough up the portrait a little to match the background.
I still want to do a different picture that is all of her but this one makes a presentable present for her Christmas present now.
Soooo what do you think?
I know for sure that Maeby does not read my blog so if you see her, don’t spoil the surprise.
Wow. I am posting this with fear and trembling. I promise, promise, promise that I will get back on track and start letting you in on our projects after tonight.
I wrote this piece out on paper about a week ago, then have revised it almost every evening. I have prayed about this post, yet I still am a little afraid that I am going to offend those of you who don’t know me. I apologize in advance. I love my children. And I think they both would tell you that they were not abused growing up. I am not apologizing for what I write, but I do apologize for offending you.
As an educator for almost 30 years, and a human for the last 52 years, I am alarmed by the growing trend in families to make children the center of their world/family. I read on Facebook frequently statements that go something like “My precious children are my world…” It alarms me because as an educator, I have seen that change in classrooms and as a 52 year old, I can see retirement on the horizon and I am concerned that we are not preparing the next generation to take over for us.
There is an NFL channel football commercial where a dad is crying as his daughter watches pretty princesses and he misses the game. It alarms me personally that the commercial did not bother me when I first saw it. A dad not being allowed to watch his football game because his daughter wants to watch something different would not have been funny or cute when I was growing up. In my wildest dreams I cannot imagine that taking place in the home where I grew up, or I hope, in the home we raised our children.
If you will indulge me, I have a bit of advice for you parents with children still in your home.
Parents, make sure you have your own lives, and let your children develop their own. If you are doing your job as a parent, you are getting those children ready to go out into the world. They are probably going to outlive you and they will also possibly be parents one day. Your kids are counting on you to get them ready for their lives outside your home.
During all the revisions of this post I boiled my list down to what I thought was most important to share, but I didn’t trust myself until I ran the list by several other educators to make sure I was on track. I am not claiming to be an expert, just an observer. It is my hope that you are teaching or modeling the skills that they will need and the values that you hold dear. So, here goes my list of what I hope that you are teaching your children:
1. Life is not fair. Period. There will always be someone who has more money, is better looking, taller, thinner, or gets luckier breaks than you. Work hard, do the best you can with what you are given and stop trying to be who you are not.
2. Your kids deserve the following things from their parents: love and affection, medical care, food, clothing, and shelter. They do not deserve a car at 16, a laptop, a $200.00 purse, or a smart phone or any of another thousand things that students I come in contact with have come to believe is due to them. If you decide to provide your children with those luxuries and they do not appreciate them, PLEASE take the items away and encourage them to earn money for what they want.
3. There are winners and losers in life. There will be teams they don’t make, jobs they don’t get, and games they lose. Losing doesn’t mean they should quit the team, the game, or the job search. Quitters never win. Please parents, teach your children how to lose gracefully, and win graciously.
“Failures are expected by losers, ignored by winners.”
4. Your children are family members, not guests. Membership has its privileges, but members also have dues to pay. As a member of your family they should have chores, not for pay, but because it is the expectation in your family that everyone pitches in. Even little ones can pick up their toys, take their cup to the sink, and put their shoes away.
“There is no substitute for hard work.”
Thomas A. Edison
5. Finally, show your children that they are not in fact the center of your universe. Please don’t stop what you are doing to go find a missing toy, or leave work to go home and get their lunch, or make them a different meal because they do not like what your cooked. Allow these problems in their lives to become opportunities to struggle a little, help them to problem solve, to learn to be responsible, and to take responsibility for their actions. Give them permission to grow up and become productive citizens.
“Growing up is hard, love. Otherwise everyone would do it.” Kim Harrison
1. I am unorganized. Yep I mean like seriously, pathologically flawed in this area. This weekend I got up to the lake without one of the projects I was going to do, I left the nail gun here, and I forgot we were out of paint thinner. The combination means that I came home pretty much empty handed. And Grumpy! My garage is a mess, my craft closet is a dump right now and there are two unfinished projects laying on the dining table. Nothing to see here folks. Real deal bloggers would have had it all together.
2. I take terrible photographs. See the picture below? All I have is the after picture. I must have deleted the before and during photos. A pro probably has files lined up, photos named, and backed up.
3. I am impatient. I HATE, HATE, HATE when things don’t go as planned and I have to wait. The lack of supplies this weekend along with the 150% humidity meant that even the floor was wet inside the garage. Paint wouldn’t dry and I was left waiting. That meant I was forced to surrender. We cleaned house instead. A good blogger would have muscled through and gotten something crafty done.
4. I don’t understand what the public wants. I love the teal dresser that we painted and turned into a media center. I posted it, I pinned it, but… Crickets. No comments, no repinning, nada. My silly post on how I clean granite gets pinned or viewed almost every day. A five minute cheapo project with terrible photos. If I were a decent blogger I would understand what the public wants and do more of that.
Perhaps it was my bad photography?
5. I have thin skin. I do get my feelings hurt. It always hurts when strangers write mean things on my blog. I delete them before they go public, but I see them. I even have thin skin for the bloggers I read. Sometimes I get mad for the real professional bloggers when I see mean things written about them. A true pro would eat those folk for breakfast, right? See what I mean? After almost two years of blogging, I have come to the conclusion that I better love what I do for a living, because blogging will always be only a hobby for me. I have about 150 people a day who find my blog. Most of them find it by searching for repurposing furniture, but some of you guys found me trying to clean granite. To those of you who choose to follow my blog, thank you and I apologize. I hope you keep reading, because in spite of the fact that I will never be a pro, I enjoy letting you in on my little corner of the world. I hope you had a productive weekend. I do have a new blog, (glutten for punishment) My Burb Home. I hope you follow it and like the Facebook page. I will be updating the progress on our new home there.
I love, love, love November and December in Coldspring, Texas. Chilly weather, fire pit, s’mores, falling leaves and the little town of Coldspring does Christmas for weeks!
First, there will be the Trade Days November 23. That means little tents set up on the courthouse square selling hand made items and food. It also means my favorite thrift store on the planet will be open. Woo Hoo
November 30 is the town lighting event. All the shops in town stay open late and at dark they all turn their Christmas lights on at the same time. We stand out on the porches of the shops, drink hot chocolate and Santa passes out candy canes.
December 8th there is an event I look forward to all year; the Christmas Home tour. This year we will be visiting the homes of Cape Royale. I am lobbying for my buddy, The Social Planner, to get her home on the tour next year. It is a chance to see beautifully decorated homes, meet the lovely ladies of the community and eat yummy snacks. I am going to be bringing my camera this year those of you who live too far away can see how clever those ladies are. I will be going with a group of friends and we have a great time.
December 14 will be the lighted evening parade. It is small town- Americana at its finest. The football team, church groups, the FFA and local dignitaries are all riding in lighted floats.
I had some quiet time at Star Hill this past weekend. I do my best thinking when I am up there usually. This weekend I just thought about silly things.Recently The Southern Belle posted one of those what animal represents you best internet tests. It was based on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator.
I made my answers below bold.
Worldview: Extroversion (E) or Introversion (I)
i.e. would you rather play with your pals or hang out at home with a book?
Information: Sensing (S) or Intuition (N)
i.e. when taking in something new, do you prefer to take it simply, at face value or interpret / add meaning based on your gut?
Decisions: Thinking (T) or Feeling (F)
i.e. when making up your mind about something, do you primarily rely on logic and structure, or do you gravitate towards emotion and empathy?
Structure: Judging (J) or Perceiving (P)
i.e. would you rather things in your life to be decided and set, or do you like to stay open to whatever options might come along?
According to the website, I am a Meerkat.
Here is what the website says about being a Meerkat: INFPs are deeply ethical and idealistic, loyal to their family and closest friends, and guided by their desire to live a life according to their values. They are curious about those around them, but will not accept threats to the security of their adorable babies or their morals.
I am not sure I am all of those things. I seem to be less idealistic than I used to be.
On the other hand, Meerkats are a little goofy looking and seem to be the nervous, worry wart type so maybe that Internet site is on to something!
While I do not put much stock in being a Meerkat, I am sure that I am an introvert. There is something about being an introvert that extroverts don’t get; being an introvert does not mean we are shy. I have absolutely no problem speaking in front of a crowd, even on the spur of the moment. I can talk to anyone about my school, my family or a project I am working on. I have no problem making tough decisions, dealing with upset people or one crisis after another. Being alone helps me to think, rest, and relax. Constantly being in a crowd drains me. Jay Leno, Johnny Carson and George W. Bush are introverts according to their own words. I think of all the grief George W. got for spending so much time on his ranch chopping wood and clearing brush. I felt bad for him at the time. I know that in order for him to be able to do the job he did, he needed that quiet time, just like the next president, Bill Clinton who is an extrovert, needs the crowd, the noise, the people, in order to feel at peace. When Johnny Carson retired from late night, he never sought the limelight.
We introverts just really like need alone time. I think that is why I paint furniture. It doesn’t talk, make noise, ask questions, or expect me to carry on a conversation. While I am painting I can be quiet. I am crazy about my husband. Marrying him was the best decision I ever made. I am also thrilled when he lets me stay home alone. I also think that is why I love our weekend country home. I can enjoy the quiet there. I would suspect that I am not the only blogger who is an introvert. Blogging is a way to share our thoughts and express ourselves without the noise, the crowd, the interaction.
I am lucky enough to have some extroverts in my life who get me. They drag me out of the house when I am about to become a hermit, they plan social things for me to do AND they know when to let me go to my room and read a book or the garage to paint.
If you are an introvert, I hope you are lucky enough to have people in your life to balance you.
It is hunting season here in Texas. Don’t judge us.
1. We live in Texas.
2. We don’t kill what we don’t eat.
My dad, son and husband took off to the property for the opening of deer season. Sweet Amanda had plans this weekend with her mom so that left my mom, MeMie, and me hanging out together. I am so blessed to have her around still. She has had a few health scares that could have taken her from us. My mom is now and always has been a character. She wore bread sacks over her shoes so she could play in the snow when I was younger. She took my friends and me to wrap houses. We took spontaneous trips to the beach growing up. We would get there, buy groceries and spend the day. She still has a group of friends that celebrate birthdays together, plays bunco and sits together in church. I learned at The Southern Belle and Big Cat’s wedding that she was on a dance team in college. I had no idea.
She is a child of tough times and even tougher people. She is still in love with my dad after 54 years.
She can sew, makes the best sweet-hot pickles, jelly, pepper sauce and relish. She was green before being green was chic. I grew up learning to reduce, reuse and recycle. We just called it our every day life. I didn’t always appreciate this when I was younger. I wanted store bought clothes and going out to eat. What was I thinking? She saved , cleaned and reused foil, bread sacks, twist ties, and zip lock bags. My parents have a garden every fall and spring. They compost, they can, freeze and eat off the vegetables that they grow. I have a lot to learn still from those two. This is what she brought me this visit with instructions to return the empty jars and rings or else!
She is where I learned my thrifty ways. She still shops the clearance section first and just about won’t buy anything unless it is on sale even though she can afford whatever she wants. We spent a good amount of time in Target because the Dollar Spot stuff was half off.
It was great to spend the weekend with her. She got to meet some of my students at a community disaster drill that my Interact students were volunteering at, we got to shop. Near my house is the biggest Kroger in Texas. We checked it out. They have furniture, home accessories and the best kitchen section around. We shopped at Marshall’s, went to the mall and ate at Chick Fila for lunch. She was so proud that I found a $200.00 suit at Macy’s on sale and with a coupon for $55.00. That was the talk of the evening at our house.
MeMie doesn’t love having her picture taken. She is much more comfortable behind the camera than in front.
I did sneak this picture of her watching me paint in the back yard.
I am so fortunate that I got to enjoy the weekend with her.