I have been blogging for about a year. It has been amazing on so many levels. I have met so many great people who have been so supportive in this endeavor. But I was asked if I would be willing to come “on tour”… what an honor… Continue reading
Well!… that was quite a stretch, wasn’t it? I didn’t intend to drop of the face of the blogging earth for all eternity but yet that’s what happened. The truth is, I was anticipating that I would have more time … Continue reading
I found these classic library chairs in October. I had been looking for a desk chair in this style, but with arms and wheels. But these were a close second. And there were two. I decided to paint them a bold chippy red – Miss Mustard Seed Tricycle Red to be more precise… Continue reading
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect at first, but I had my supplies ready: a pair of drawers, a wet towel and… a chisel. Continue reading
For as long as I can remember, piles of junk seemed to hold the possibility for infinite treasure. As a little girl, I would go on the weekly dump run with my father and as he was very social (and trusting of his little mischief seeking daughter), I would wander the mountainous heaps in search of untold treasure. What I found was… well… heaps of untold garbage. But my imagination ran wild. And I would dream of all the things that this junk could be, or once was.
Having come from a humble upbringing, my imagination could soar – every bit of junk seemed like a treasure. And as I got older, having always been accustomed to hand-me-downs, I sought to make these things my own. I found that the feeling of satisfaction I got from the money that had been saved was phenomenal. I not only came out with an item that was all my own, but I didn’t feel like I had spent too much on it. In every way it was a win-win!
Thinking back, some of my fondest memories were times spent with my father – a carpenter – at whichever job he happened to be doing that day. I would often tag along or get off the school bus there in the afternoon. While he finished up his daily tasks, I would gather scraps of wood and make little creations using whatever supplies happened to be lying around. It wasn’t the typical life of a little girl, but it was mine – and it was perfect.
My affinity to scraps continues to today – there is something about the grain of wood that draws me in. The contrast of color and grain – even better.
And so from this humble beginning, I start this blog. I am not nearly the first to have done this, nor will I be the last, but hopefully, I can become part of the common thread of those who share similar passion in blogland. And with some creativity and my paintbrush, perhaps provide others with as much inspiration as they have provided me.
Come along with me as I revive one dusty, forgotten piece of furniture at a time!