Survive the weekend?
I did, even though I ate about a million of those little Chinese dumpling thingies …enough passed my lips perhaps for all of Australia…
All is good here plus I added a little something to the chair…
This, Beach Cottagers, is a million dollar curbside chair…now ya don’t see too many of those around do you?
I decided to ignore just about everyone on this one on painting the front legs, those who left a comment here for me, those I Facebook with, those in this house, the lovely Mr Beach Cottage.
here is how it looked before
Something just wasn’t sitting right with me about painting over the legs of this old thing…and so I didn’t.
I had a feeling that when I sand-papered the rest of it the legs would look again like they were with the right owner and it seems my hunch was right…when I attacked the fresh new white beachy vintage paint the old creamy time-worn patina began to creep back in.
and my lovely Little Mr Beach Cottage did a good job too of whacking it with a screwdriver in places to chip it up a bit.
The numbers have been in the back of my mind for a very long time. You see, every time I go to the infamous Frenchy shop, there sits a Frenchy pillow, guess where it’s from? All the way from France. This pillow is in a touchable linen…it cries out for you to stroke it as you wander past. Which is a very good job too ‘cos just about all I have been doing is stroking it. I don’t spose I need to tell you it has a dainty little handwritten boutique label on it with an, ahem, rather not-so-dainty price.
Now, this particular pillow is adorned with the French word for night I believe, or no perhaps it is for sleep…stencilled on in black letters..but anyway if I spent that much on a pillow I wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.
And ever since the day I first saw it, and still now when I could possibly get away with sending my kids down the mines while I lounge around on the pillow, there is something that stops me from getting it to the till. I find sometimes that an extortianate amount of money for something like a pillow no bigger than an exercise book somewhat grotesque…wherever it may be from…however much I have to indulge…do you feel that too? Or do you think if you are absolutely squandering around in cash you wouldn’t give a flying hoot how much a pillow cost? Lemme know…
Yep, I’ve had then, stencilled letters on my mind for a very long time and finally here I now have the Beach Cottage version…..a steady hand and a patient head are, as you know, not one of the gifts bestowed upon me from those up above…turned out not bad though if you ask me
My new chair, in my head, is up there with that cushion…in million dollar speak.
See you kiddos all too soon.
oh and we have an Anthropologie winner KerryB (I mailed you) thanks & will keep you up to speed on the podcast lol!
chair : side of road oar : thrifted hooks : IKEA flowers : my garden rug : IKEA
picnic basket : Vinnies boots : Country Road