Come on – doesn’t this make you wonder just a little bit what might be in the Fortnightly Purse this time?
OK – make sure to check on the Fortnightly Purse here for a chance at these (and a very cool dishtowel to boot!)
There are a number of possible titles for this post. I’m not quite sure which one works the best. Here are some possibilities.
Part 2 in the series, Things You Never Thought You Could Paint
Reupholstery for items of furniture that you don’t care enough about to actually reupholster
Why Ben shouldn’t leave me unattended at night while he goes off to translate obscure 12th century rabbinic texts if he knows that all the children are in bed and I’ll be left to my own devices
A cautionary tale
This is what my chair looked like at the beginning of the evening.
You see my dilemma right? I mean, here we have a chair that is completely blah. Not bad Read More
Pssstt!! Would you be a dream and just dash over to the Fortnightly Purse and do one more quick survey? I promise I’ll stop with the survey thing . . . it’s just that I need some info at the moment. And if you do, you can get another entry for the purse . . .
Come on – you know someone who needs a coffee crock for their safari right? So get yourselves on over to The Fortnightly Purse to find out who won the last purse, and enter for this one!
I should preface this with a sort of disclaimer. I don’t know, to be honest, what kind of disclaimer could possibly cover this – but I’ll give it a shot. Here it is. My excuse.
I’m currently living in the house that ebay built. It truly is the funniest little hodge-podge of who knows what. I’m living overseas, and I know that it’s temporary. We’re sort of in scrounge mode – short timer’s mentality in a sense. Typical grad student story. And what this has done is give me one gigantic chance to sow my wild decorative oats. I can make this little English farmhouse as zippity-do-da as I want, and who’s going to care? I currently possess in my living room, a rasberry colored velvet sofa, complete with fringe, that I paid 1 pound for on ebay and we drove to London to pick up. Some killer curtains that were obviously made to fit a room with 15 foot windows . . . and they are yellow (and I mean YELLOW) with humongous pink cabbage roses. (Wicked cheap at a charity sale.) Then there is the court cabinet – a festive little unit that we have hidden a tv in. It’s a completely indescribable piece of furniture – I don’t think court cabinets ever made it to America. Well, definitely not to Idaho anyway. It has a carved cupboard door in the top, and big carved pineapple posts – and then drawers and cupboards in the bottom half. I’m awfully afraid that I’m about to do something unforgiveable to it – I’m thinking a super-glossy cobalt blue. (Maybe.) I also have not one, but two Welsh dressers that are about to get a coat of yellow paint. (I’ll keep you posted on how that one goes.) A beautiful oak draw leaf table with huge carved legs – I wouldn’t dare do anything awful to that. It’s too gorgeous – but was ridiculously cheap on ebay. Anyway, all I’m saying is that I’m feeling sort of free as the wind blows on my color scheme at the moment. And the more I think about it, the less does that excuse what I did to the piano – I think I may have just confessed all the rest of my decorative sins instead of explaining away this one . . .
Anyway, I just finished this little project. We bought this piano on ebay about a year ago, and since it was such a shabby little thing that no one would ever bother to look twice at, I decided to give it a dash of zing. So I painted it an incredibly glossy sky blue, and then thought it might need just a little bit of something extra. On went the branches and flowers. The trouble was, I did just enough on the branches to give me the satisfaction of seeing what it was going to look like . . . and then I just moved on to other projects. That left the poor red bird sitting there in the middle of nowhere for almost an entire year. I hadn’t gotten those branches done, and time wore on. So yesterday I decided enough was enough and it was time to give the bird a place to sit. So there it is. I finished. And now I can, without a pang of guilt, turn my attention to painting my Welsh dressers yellow.
Here’s my favorite part of this piano: the bit that says Oxford on it. Fun, eh?
And finally, here is a closeup of the bird that finally has a place to land. (It’s glossy paint – there aren’t actually white flecks all over it.)
Anyway, when we move back home to America and I’m the wife of a PhD and we’re settling in for a while – maybe then I’ll have worked all this sort of thing out of my system and will be ever so dignified in my decorating. Maybe if you came over for dinner then, you would find a house that is very solemn and mature and acting its age. Maybe then you would find muted colors and gold tassels and tapestry pillows. Maybe my home will be behaving itself, sticking to standard procedures, and tastefully avoiding glossy paint. Maybe.
Let me just begin this by saying that the picture of me a little lower down the page here pretty much sums up exactly how I was feeling during the week leading up to our recent hurrah. A little flopped over feeling. Smiling wanly when people said they wanted to take my picture. That glassy eyed, glazed over look comes from mentally counting your luggage again and again and again and wondering if your 84th trip to Wal Mart might have put you over the weight limit for the checked baggage and did we or did we not leave winter coats for ALL the children in England or did we put some in the charity shop when we came home for the summer and I know I wrote it down but that only helps if I can find the list and oh yes I scanned it into my computer to help in just this contingency and where did I save the file and oh while I’m on the computer I should order those homeschooling books and oh wait, actually what I should do is check and see if I can find any cheap wellies that I could order and take with us and why did I just turn on the computer again? What I really need to do is run to Wal Mart . . .
This, I just realized, was our 5th transatlantic move. The fifth time in two years that I had to try and condense our life into fourteen 50 lb. suitcases, and the 14 carry-ons that we try to slip through without having them weighed because that’s where we put all the books.
Fourteen suitcases is honestly a mountain. We’re not talking small suitcases here. We’re talking the big jobs, and they are maxed to the complete limit. The carry-ons are mostly those small suitcases with wheels which means that actually we’re really talking about 28 suitcases. Read More