This gold mirror (before) was posted a few posts ago and I thought I`d follow up with the afters.
The AFTERS– whatever that is. Sounds ominous.
After: Kinda cool how this one is focused on the view, not the frame.
…And this one is focused on the frame.
I wish I could say I tried that.
This gold, gilded frame was $8. Actually it was tagged $10, I casually offered $8. She seemed pumped. I tried to feign boredom– and not claw her as I lunged for the mirror.
It came from a little stand at Antiques in the Alley here in town. I was SO HAPPY with my find. I had been looking for something like this to balance out the other side of this room, and all the gold frames I was finding (with cool details like this) were still $35-40.
Obviously I`m not the only one that likes them. All I did was CAREFULLY take it apart, took the frame, and primed, then spray painted it. White, matte finish.
First thing G said when he saw it was,
“It looks so (ugh) old, and the glass is not clear…”
(Me) Uh, HELLO? That`s what made it a FIND. I can find a clear mirror at WALMART.
See, how I don`t let him intimidate me. He tries. 🙂
He is really sweet too, in that he really does let me have full reign of what I do around the house here. He really does trust me. Which is huge, since it is his house too.
The other day he said to me, after we had a bit a tiff about some minor things,
“You know, even when I come home on those days when you have things all tore up and there are painting projects all over the table, and supper might not be ready, I am till so proud you`re my wife. Everything you do is so cool around here.”
To me, that`s love. It`s not perfect, but it understands and sees. I love feeling understood.
There White Mirror hangs guarding the left side of the playroom. The playroom is my favorite room in this house. It has tall walls and is comfy. It has pocket doors on the one side that close it off from the living room. Whenever G is gone in the evenings the girls and I play/sit in this room. I always say it`s impossible to feel scared in that room.
The little light blue chair there (foreground), was in the basement, used as my stand for spray painting things. The underside of it was a home for spider webs. Ugly old thing. Probably half the original electric blue paint was gone. It was splitting in half.
Elle had a chair, Laila did not. So I glued it back together with Gorilla glue, cleaned it and painted it light blue for her. Using the free paint samples I got from Glidden awhile back.
Thanks Aimee, for that tip off.
Little blue chair project: FREE
New subject: Criticism.
Lately I have been thinking,
As a follower of Jesus, is it ever and I mean EVER okay to be critical of another person? Any person– sinner or saint.
The definition of Critic is:
Someone who frequently finds fault or makes harsh and unfair judgments.
God is so convicting me of this in my life.
I am seeing that when I pass judgment on others, whether in big or little things, it always lifts up my own spirituality above theirs. It also reveals a lot of insecurity about the thinker of criticism. Even when it seems like a just judgment. Whatever that is.
It really stinks. And I know God hates it.
Nice skimpy outfit. Don`t you know people won`t respect you when you wear junk like that.
How pious. Don`t they know their brand of religion is reaching no one?
[My kind of religion is so much more balanced.]
Why does she talk like that? It`s so fake.
Does anyone really still do that? It`s so unnecessary.
Searching for love. Sad. It`s so obvious.
Get off that bandwagon. It`s so trendy and overused.
I just made these up, but yes, I`m sure I have had thoughts along these veins before. Haven`t you?
I am so ashamed. I want a heart that isn`t kind to people just because it`s nice to be nice.
Or because being nice makes me feel… nice.
I want a heart that sees what God sees. I want a love for people just wells up, and out of my heart. I want the scales on my eyes can be removed so that I can see more clearly what God`s plan for me is in an average day. That Me in my life, would fade and grow smaller and smaller.
I started asking myself whenever I felt judgmental of someone:Is there any root of jealousy in this? And when I said, no, I asked myself one. more. time, probing a little deeper and allowing a lit-tle more honesty….
As it turns out. Generally, jealousy is involved. That little…
In Blue Like Jazz, Donald Miller says,
“I found myself trying to love the right things without God`s help, and it was impossible. I tried to go one week without a negative thought about another human being, and I couldn`t do it.
Before that experiment, I thought I was a nice person, but after trying it, I realized I thought bad things about people all day long, and that, like Tony says, my natural desire was to love darkness…”
Love that book, by the way.
John 13:34 NCV,
“I give you a new command: LOVE each other. You must love each other as I (Jesus) have loved you.
All people will know you are my followers if you love each other.“
I sat back down from cleaning up mayo and relish off the kitchen floor (Elle). Yes, this applies to children and husbands too.
Keep convicting me, God.
Target plant markers from the $1 section.
Wow. They really do say some tacky things.
Red One is pretty cute though. And so true for me. My thumb is not green, it`s well, whatever color is opposite of green.
They got painted and wrote on with perm markers.
It was supposed to be an herb garden. It was a complete failure.
All summer my husband has been scraping this old house.
He has progressed a LOT since this picture. It`s hard work. Not that I would know. When he comes in from scraping, usually even his pants are soaking wet.
Long way to go. It`s okay. I`m getting used to the constant mess (paint dust and chips everywhere) outside and I know one day it will be done.
When? Who knows.
Does anyone else do this?
Of blowing the dust out of this open cupboard and brushing out crumbs with my fingers… and in general, feeling sadness any time I thought of running all the dusty dishes up top through the dishwasher to again reveal that they were indeed, clear glass….
I finally did it! I cleaned it!
Now it`s my “shining success area” in my house and always makes me go
when i see it.
Oh, course I had to snap a picture. Small thrills for small people.
Working on refinishing the top of my heirloom table.
Above, you can see the 3 stages going on.
Middle, 1 coat stain done.
Right, needs sanded.
I don`t finish with a gloss. I personally, hate glossy anything. I want it to look like it`s still old and unfancy.
After pictures later. I love that table so much it makes me feel funny inside. The combination of it`s special background [I bet 10 year old G sat there to eat a peach shake] and the fact that I re-did it myself.
Plus, it`s just so stinkin` gorgeous!
I LOVE my LOLLA (Laila).
Laila: I am just so in the mood to get into some good old fashioned trouble again…
Yup, some nights we plunk the pan on the table, straight from the stove. Not proud of it.
Aw, relief. When momma has the camera out, it always means she can`t be mad at me. I`m too cute, it seems.