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2014 BLOG – DAY 52 a perfect weekend: wine a little

21 Feb

Happy weekend!
It seems appropriate to share this link today …weekend projects on the verge of popping up around here.

Here’s to a million and one things to do with a wine crate. Okay, well, maybe 10 ways to reinvent a wine crate from Houzz.

What do you have planned for the weekend?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}

{what is your ideal weekend?}

Day 320: happily ever after all

16 Nov

I love a good fairytale.

How can you not love an ugly duckling who turns into a swan?
Or a frog that turns up a prince with a magic kiss?

Or the dumpster dive that turns into a bona fide dining room table!

Before: scratched, burnt, dinged, scraped and taped

There were many times in this painting project that I almost gave up.
It was a FREE table after all, so why was I killing myself over it?

My back ached from bending underneath the table — a sure sign that I am no longer 21-years-old.  My face was dripping with sweat which I then rubbed off with my hand and accidentally swiped my cheek with my blue paintbrush. Then, I bent down under the table and unknowingly dipped my hair into the ENTIRE CAN of paint.

All the while, Pup is whining at me, through the sliding glass door, to be let out on HIS lanai which he didn’t understand why I had taken over.

That’s it.  
I thought to myself — I will just stop now. Call it done.  
For all I know I will just leave this stupid table at the dumpster when we pack up and leave Florida anyway.

I was ready to throw in the towel and my paintbrush when the table was screaming back at me in Smurf Blue (which is fine by the way if you have an entire decor ready for full-on Smurf Blue. But, I, do not):

So I kept going. And started listening. 
And then the table began talking to me.

It told me it didn’t want to be blue. It wanted to be ivory, the color I initially picked out.

Then it told me it wanted to be more design detailed, so I painted the trim brown.

But it kept wanting MORE.
So I painted the inset with a brown stripe too.

And, then it finally told me it was done.
Here’s an unofficial sneak peek unveiling (pre-lacquering) of the table resuscitation project.

After All:  the paint (four layers)

The details: It actually matches a set of napkins and placemats I have in a box just waiting to be set.

I believe we can do anything.

And this table is a good reminder to me to never give up — even when things get hard, hot, sweaty, frustrating or Smurfy. Especially when things get Smurfy. 

As the lacquered table sits outside and dries tonight, I find myself  feeling HAPPY with it after all.

Day 302: the hidden masterpiece

29 Oct

I love to paint.
Don’t pick up my brushes very often, anymore, but when I was in college I took advantage of every art class I could sign up for — and still receive the allotted credits to graduate.

In one art class we learned to manipulate the layers of oil paint, which is where I discovered I loved painting with those stinky varnished oils.

They are completely forgiving.

Paint a skin tone a little too orange?
No problem. Just paint over it.

Paint a forest but you really want a field?
With the flip of the wrist and a little more paint – gone!

Just like that the painted problem disappears.

There have been times when I wished my problems in real life could be painted over just as easily, including disease, death, divorce and painful scenarios that were just drug out too long.

With the whoosh of a brush and a dab of paint we could all just say, hey, look the other way –  it never happened!

But, as with life, the layers of old paint always remain on canvas.

With new technology the art world has been able to “see” the first layers of paint underneath what we know as the masterpiece. And, most important, we can “see” what the master covered up.

With each new day of this promise, I am learning to see my layers as just that — the hidden work underneath a masterpiece that is still in process of evolving, learning, and becoming.

True, some days seem to stretch my canvas a little too much.
But, I find solace in knowing even the most trained, most talented and those dubbed “Master” made mistakes, changed their minds, and started over — until, the masterpiece appeared.

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