Living Life in Color

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Simply Put, There’s a Whole Lot of Pretty in Keeping it Simple

You know the old saying “keep it simple stupid”.  Well I kind of agree with that suggestion and with that in mind I tried to celebrate the basics of this pretty old dresser.  It had so much paint on it, that I was not able to get it back to the original natural finish.   However I didn’t want to make it so much about the new paint either.  So I opted for a basic black and just a slight hint of color in those “mellow/yellow” pretty drawer pulls.  I think it came out simply gorgeous!!!!

 

 

Junk in the Trunk (and then some)

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and my eyes behold a whole lot of treasure in what some see as trash.  There ain’t no such thing as JUNK to me.

Santa, It’s Time To Stop The Madness and Start Recycling

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Remember “The Island of Misfit Toys”? I sure do, in fact that cartoon may have a lot to do with my junk-a-mania!!!!!!
It was waaay back in the 1960’s that the Holiday classic first broadcast. The plot depicted how all the defective and unwanted toys from Santa’s workshop were sent off to an island/sanctuary (I don’t think so!)
Man oh man, thank goodness times are a changing. Those defective, unwanted and discarded pieces of the past are now recycled, repurposed and celebrated for being for the misfit’s they once were.
My message to Santa this year is to get with it, recycle, repurpose, re-tweek and stop the  madness.

“Color Me” in All Things Vintage, Old, Bold and Beautifully Different

image Ever since I was a kid I have enjoyed coloring just a wee bit outside the lines.  At this point in life, rather than try to change who I am, I decided to celebrate what I find so wonderul in life and that be all things old, junky and colorful.

Pictured are just few of the items currently down at the “Junk in the Trunk (and then some) booth in Morton’s Antique Mall in beautiful downtown Yakima Wa.image image image image image

My name is Pam and I’m a “Junk-a-holic”

imageimageWhile out on the yardsale trail I happened upon this beauty. However, it didn’t look like this when I found it. That’s the best part!!!!
It had fabric glued on top, the drawer pulls didn’t fit, the drawers all had adhesive liner, the whole dresser was purple and the price was right (aka cheap).
Before I started painting I knew I wanted to start with those drawers. I just got a thing about not leaving a drawer naked. It was after I painted the drawers I knew I would go with the black, cuz Lord knows that pink was a statement all it’s own.
This dresser is all man made materials and once I got the glue off I needed to rough up the laquer for paint to adhere to.  I used black spray paint in flat and then topped that off with black chalkboard paint and a little wax finish over top.  At the end of the day and process I gotta say this was a pretty easy fix and temporarily satisfied my need to feed the “junk-a-holic” in me.

Celebrating “Junk” with Eclectic Abandon

imageJust another wonderful day in my “junk” filled paradise and I couldn’t be more grateful.  This summer has provided ample opportunity to celebrate all things imperfect.  I have picked up lots of old beat up furniture and had a blast drinking wine and getting dirty while putting “a little paint on the old barn” and listening to my favorite crooner Dean Martin.

Also have some really cool old items, that wear their well-earned rust wonderfully.  In addition, I attempted to flex my green thumb on some different ideas for succulent potting.  The succulent thing is definitely a learning process but I just love finding ways to display them a just a little differently.

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My goal is to milk every bit of summer sunshine and warmth for all the yard sale booty I can scrounge/aka score!!!!!!!!!  Then it’s down to the store and hopefully celebrate “junk” and all things imperfect in total eclectic abandon.

The Bigger The Baubles, All The Better

I found this old dresser in the shop of a home my boys had purchased as a rental.  To say my heart skipped a beat is an understatement.  Sometimes when coming across worn out pieces from yesteryear, I have to remind myself to “breathe, remember to breathe.”

The last two days I have tackled the rustic relic and have had so much fun doing so.  Yesterday I drank wine and blasted my Dean Martin tunes all while cleaning, scraping, and painting.  Believe me I got the paint in and on parts of me that not even my sweetie sees too often.

Today was even better because Liam, my 6yr old grandson helped me run the sander and I made sure the drawer he did is right on top.  He even attached those beautiful knobs to couple drawers.

When I start a piece I only spend money on either fabric or knobs.  To me the bigger the baubles or flashier the fabric, the better.  I usually use sample paints I pick up for couple bucks at hardware store.  I make my own chalkpaint with plaster of paris.  Because this dresser has a cedar chest in bottom drawer, I stained all sides of drawers and also used a honey paste to polish.

My goal was to restore a little “quirky” grandeurimage to such a pretty piece of the past, have fun doing so and spend quality time with my cherished little friend.  I got it all in and am so grateful for that.

Junk in the Trunk (and then some)

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I love SUMMER!!!!! As I bask in the warmth of the summer sun, I allow myself to breath in full bore the smell of bbq, lavender, sun block and bug repellent.
But the very, very, very best part of summer is YARD SALES, they have an aromatherapy all their own. Oh that sweet smell of summer sweat and the desperation to sell “junk” is addictive. Nothing compares to pulling up to a curb and wanting to jump out the car, long before it’s parked.
This is where I confess I suffer from a severe case of “junk-a-mania”. If I see a curbside freebie, that only feeds my junk addiction. The junkier, the better. The uglier, the more fun the challenge to make a pretty again. I actually consider myself a kind of “plastic surgeon” for the worn and discarded pieces of yesteryear.
Because I have no desire to attend a 12 step program for “junk-a-maniacs”, I have decided to own my need to re-vive, retweek, and emerse myself in the memories of past.
I proudly own the stain under my fingernails and when I wear my paint stained clothing I’m kinda inviting others to give that “your mama dresses you funny” stare.
In fact I have decided to celebrate my “flea bitten/flea market” affliction and sell my trash/treasure in my own little “Junk in the Trunk” (and then some) booth inside a local antique mart.
Summer has just started and already been so good to me and I hope for all you other “junk-a-maniacs” your summer days are filled with curbside freebies, flea markets and barn sales galore.