Before and after, the middle pic is the completion of two more “one of a kind” pieces of transformed “junk”.
The dresser has fabric wallpaper on top and on two drawers. Because I learn as I go (much like life) I sometimes have to learn the hard way (again much like life). In regards to the dresser this was most certainly the case. In the future I will apply texture on the front of a piece, no longer on top. Also when applying the paper I tried spray adhesive and it was very difficult, messy and did not stick as well as hoped for. However good old Mod Podge went on with ease and stuck like glue (hee-hee, that was a funny!!!!!)
The beautiful (some may say ugly) lamp was at total labor of love on my part.
When I stumbled upon the two two beat up, paint-stained, tarnished relics of the past at a local yard sale I could feel my eyes widen, palms sweat and my heart skip a beat. I may have even drooled just a little.
I’m fully aware this is not an attractive sight, but sometimes it actually works to my advantage. People usually are pretty quick to want to make a deal and get rid of the crazy lady with the with overactive “junkyard” salvation glands.
In regards to most things in life, I still got a lot to learn.
When it comes to refurbishing the old, worn but with lot’s of character (just like me) pieces from the past I need all the schooling I can get. With that in mind, I’m not past asking those who’ve been doing this longer than myself for advice. I’m really enjoying seeing how others light up when they get to share there knowledge.
Another source I have found to be a God sent is google. You better believe I google anything and everything in regards to technique, colors and repurposing too.
The pics atop are amongst my first attempts with chalk-paint. That stuff is expensive!!!! But I discovered after further educating (googling) myself that you can make your own. I also discover this stuff is great for those of us students with the attention span of a gnat. No sanding necessary, quick to dry and after wax application, makes you feel like almost an “A” student (not that I got to experience that feeling much in school).
As I drove up to the yard sale and saw this beauty, it took a lot for me not to jump out of the car while still moving. I was almost in salivation mode while walking (running) up to the owner.
Needless to say I bought it for a reasonable price and enjoyed thoroughly the process of restoration. Well I enjoyed most of it. The one thing that drives me nuts is finding TAPE adhered to wood. I do not understand why anyone tapes wood and have decided that while I’m trying to refrain in the curse word department, TAPE is my new four letter word.
Anyone who is blessed enough to live in the land of four seasons, knows there comes a time when we got to admit, we’re tired of white and wet stuff that looks a lot like snow.
Man after a long hard winter, I’m startin to feel more than a little cabin fever and can’t wait to break lose of this ass I’ve been “dragon” all winter long.
Now I just want to spread my “yardsale dragonfly” wings and breath in the old, stank vintage air of antique past, longing for the rebirth of spring.
In most of our lives, hustle, bustle, toil and sometimes trouble are not a rarity but the norm.
It’s an unfortunate fact of life, that on occasion we get so caught up in the act of living that we can become numb to the art of life.
Tonight I had a much needed reminder, that in all things, when they be simple and from the heart of another comes some mighty good medicine (aka mojo).
For me, it’s when I force myself to stop, breath and appreciate those around me and the abudance of gifts they are blessed with, that I really and truly relax.
I’m countin my blessings and praising my Lord tonight!!!!
With my feet barely touching the floor, my fingers type away with the kind of zeal that only comes from the end of a hard week of work and a fine glass of wine.
Oh how I’m anticipatin’ un-alarming that no good, dirty rotten alarm clock tonight.
Lord, knows at my age (vintage) I am so grateful to be employed and at the same time, at my age (again, vintage) I am not so grateful that I still have to be employed!!!!
Oh, well I remind myself this evening that is why God made weekends, so we could do all the laundry, clean the house, do the shopping, wash the car, pay the bills and then RELAX.
I remember doing all this when my kids were little. Really, not so much has changed except for the fact that now I’m old enough I kind of smile even when I bitch.
I observe those around me, some still hard at work, some retired and some forced into early retirement.
I remind myself that the grass is never so green as in our own backyard and that each and every one of us has the ability to make it, break it or grab it by the ____
and run with it.
I choose this beautiful Friday evening to get my bitchin out-of-the-way, count my many blessings and then run with each and every one of them into tomorrow.
TGIF, us each and everyone!!!!
Forgive me for the repost but I love this one.
This has been the summer of self discovery. First and foremost I discovered I had completely lost my groove. Sadly, I then discovered that I had been so worn down, worn out and worn through I didn’t even remember I had one. Through no ones fault but my own, my get up and go, had got up and left and with no forwarding address to boot.
None the less, just like Stella I did get my groove back. It wasn’t on an island paradise or tropical cruise that it was rediscovered. I regained my funk in the most unlikely place and with one of my favorite people. I found the groove I didn’t even know I had lost, yet still managed to miss.
It went something like this. My darlin little sisy took her (slightly older) sister to her favorite outdoor spa for a little R&R. I must interject now that one of the things I love most about my sisy is her total inhibition and ability to enjoy life. I am the overly cautious (again slightly older), uptight sister. Not to be redundant, but just to remind you I went on this little trip grooveless and wound tighter than a clock.
As my darling sister and I sauntered from one luxurious outdoor pool to another I found myself actually starting to truly relax. I hadn’t been silly in so long and it felt so good to laugh out loud. I could hear myself and I gotta say it was music to my tired ears. But,then it got even better. With a glass of red wine in hand, we sat together in one of the smaller pools. There we were just the two wild and crazy sisters without a care. It was like we were kids again (only with wine). It was great to feel so free and at that point I did what I NEVER in my life would have normally done. I like my little sisy had done on her 50th birthday did it, I pee’d in the pool!!!!! It was one of craziest things I have ever done, cause I really didn’t give a diddly, PIDDLY, doo what anyone else may think. If the water turned blue who the heck cared. That was the freeing part I didn’t worry about it, I just did it.
That simple, silly and maybe a little inappropriate act soothed my soul. At 56yrs old that pee became a right of passage for me. It allowed me to not only to retrieve my lost groove but to realize the importance of the fact I still have one!