I showed Emilie a table I liked, and I never meant for her to buy it for me but she did. "She sweetly said it was an early birthday present. The only problem was could she borrow my car? " It is way out south of town and I would have never found it on my own so I was glad we went together. Imagine if you will, my pasture out back, filled with old farm junk. Paradise if you ask me.
|I admit, a little rough, but aren't all dreams?|
|Nice top, though a little warped.|
|It has a drawer that needs a handle and a little work.|
I want to paint it a cream chalk paint color, put a zinc top on it and a pull to match my hutch. I wanted to use it draw rug patterns on and I can see that drawer just filled with Sharpies. It is very solid. I think in its real life it was a pastry table. Someone used it and loved it and I will bring it back to life once again. I think it is just beautiful.
I put my latest rug on it to see how big and nice the top is to work on.
This is the rug I managed to steam yesterday and I hope to get it bound and finished today.
|Pattern by Bird in Hand Primitives|
|I have a thing right now going on about whales, and weather vanes.|
Now I need to go play house and rearrange furniture today. My favorite thing to do in the whole world.
One of the funny things I saw yesterday at the Farm Girls place was stacks of old metal buckets. I told Emilie that when we raised " bucket calves." When I was a kid, we used those kind of buckets, you know Julia and Alica, the kind that would hook to the fence, they never worked here because the calf would always hunch (my Mama sayings) is that the word? Milk replacer would go flying everywhere so it was just easier to hold it.
Anyway, as I looked at them, I thought they would look nice filled with flowers hanging on the porch. :) So many as Anne of Green Gables would say, " Scope for imagination."
Have a wonderful day,
---The Book of Stillmeadow--- February
"One morning you poke your nose out and you know all of a sudden that there will be
another spring. You smell it in the air; and no matter how deep the snow is, you think nothing of it.
You dash out without your arctics and Mackinaw and catch a raging cold,
but no matter---spring is coming! TallyHo!
29 days until the first day of spring.