Living Life in Color

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imageimageimageimageThe JUNK IN THE TRUNK (and then some) in beautiful downtown Yakima Wa

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!!!!

 

 

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.

The Beauty of Imperfection, Reflected In Refinished Old Vanity

imageIn my opinion, imperfection far outshines perfection.  Case in point, is the  vintage vanity I just finished for my daughter-in-law Lindsay. I do not have the before pic but it was solid and yellow with some slight wear on top and bottom. The drawers were all lined in contact paper.  Most importantly the mirrors were and are wonderfully way aged.

Lindsay and I discussed colors and I was going to go for a foo-foo look.  But after applying black glaze and wax over the milky white paint, I looked in the mirror and did not like what I saw.  I realized those mirrors needed to “reflect” the beauty of this cool old vanity’s imperfection.

So I broke back out the sander and applied stain from top to bottom.  Needless to say applying stain over wax makes for a messy bit of work.  None the less it was not the first sticky situation I have come across and in the end it all worked out.

I still wanted a pop of color and some girly stuff, so I painted inside and sides of drawers. Last but not least are those beautiful, flashy, and maybe even a little gaudy drawer pulls.  Hobby Lobby marks down their drawer pulls every couple weeks and they have a huge selection. Not alot of money, but to me money well spent. Those shiney knobs contrasted so “perfectly” the beautiful imperfection this vanity reflects so well.

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.

Repurposed Old Console to Serve It Up With Style

In my opinion pretty much everything has a purpose (or repurpose) and there is a purpose (again repurpose) for everything.
So think about this the next time you are tempted to pass up that curbside “freebie”, don’t pass it up, pick it up instead.
This old empty console “freebie” still had style and good bones.
The first thing I did was clean it up and shop for fabric. I found the beautiful paisley and started ripping the old screen out then putting the new in.
After emptying any remnants left over in the gutted cabinet, my dear husband built in shelves. I sanded, repainted top sliding panels and painted hardware.
The finished piece makes for a really pretty and unique buffet. So when the glassware and china is pulled out for the family holiday dinner, it’s gonna be served up with style.

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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.

Memories, “Rhymes & Reasons”

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While out on yard sale patrol, a good friend and I came upon these long lost, but not so forgotten memory makers from days gone by.
I better stipulate right here, that I am one nostalgic old hippie. I love life today, look forward to all the future has to offer and I do so because I celebrate the past.
One thing I have learned throughout the years is that in addition to the visual, the melodic sound of yesteryear provides a much needed music to the soul.
So, needless to say when I see an old radio/record player or better yet 8track on somebodies curbside, I have an overwhelming need to hear the sound of music once again.
On the larger of the two console’s I enjoyed listening to the owner’s own Xanadu of memories on vinyl.
The smaller stereo encased within an 8track, which for me brings back many a memory indeed, not only of the era but of those lost but never forgotten.
After a wonderful day of restoration, I sit basking in the glory of a well worn much much beloved Carole King record, helping me to remember that is in memory we are able to find “Rhymes & Reasons”.