Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Usually, I post about my creations and ideas.

For a change, I think I'll brag on Adam's creativity.

Here is a little glimpse of our awesome refinished floors that Adam did all by himself!


Through the Looking Glass

This window may not seem like much.

It may look worn out and fragile.

For me, this window is a significant part of my childhood.

This window was in my Great-Grandmother Wood's house. 

My cousin grew up in this house and I spent many, many days looking through this window as a child.

To make it usable, I added hooks to the bottom.

It will now have a special place in our new home.


Are you surprised?

These cabinets were for lack of a better word, pitiful when we started.

The previous homeowner had attempted to glaze them, but as perfectionists, Adam and I started over.

Or should I say, I started over. 

1. I sanded them using a hand sander.

2. I repainted them a cream color. (Can't remember the exact name of the paint color.)

3. I glazed the creases with a Mocha glaze from Sherwin-Williams.

4. After letting the glaze sit for a few days, I painted 2 coats of polyurethane. (Depending on how often you cook, you should paint more coats.)

We also added new hardware.

We're very happy with the finished product! 
When I thought of making these doors chalkboard doors, Adam wasn't quite sure what to think.

They turned out great, and surprisingly, he loves them!




Before & After

Our dining room chairs BEFORE I recovered them. 


AFTER

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

A Subtle Reminder


Yes, these are my Grandmother's dishes on the mantle. After her death, they only made me sad. Years later, as I display them in my first home, they are a daily reminder to take advantage of the time you have with the people you love most.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Never Again


Today was not what I thought it would be in any way, form, or fashion. Usually, I would be relieved that the first day back to school has come and gone. Surprisingly, the only emotion I feel at the end of this long day is sadness. Though it is a bittersweet sadness, I am still fighting back the tears. Never again will I have to buy notebooks, pencils, highlighters, or the infamous notecards. Never again will I pick out what I'm going to wear on the first day back. Never again will my Momma get to kiss me goodbye as I start a new school year. School is all I've known for 17 years. I never realized how much it consumed my life until this day, my last first day of school. Wasn't it just last year I graduated high school??