Himself and I had a long Labor Day weekend in Mo. We went with intent and purposes and some of the intentions got done and some of the purposes completed. (PS: I wrote a post last evening only to have Blogger hiccup or my internet connection burped . . . but I lost the just completed entry in one fell swoop. Now here I am, again, getting a warning that my entry has not been auto saved. ????)
We went down Friday evening after work and got up bright and chipper Saturday morning. The day started in our, now, familiar routine. Himself went to work texturing and painting and I went to town. This time I drove over to Bethany to Eckards, the flooring store. We wanted carpet tiles and they assured me, over the phone, that they had them. I like Bethany and hadn't been to shop since the days of III so in I jump into the Flintmobile and off I went.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our bedroom was taking shape. I love the shade of green. I do. I like the ceiling fan and once we get the carpet smoothed down, I'm going to like it too. At Eckards, I found only commercial grade, flat napped carpet and we wanted something a little more plush so Eckwards presented this old roll of foam backed carpet and I scooped it up and ran.
We stained some pine to trim our windows and now just need window trim and baseboard. I have my curtains, I think. We'll need a new bed and bedspread and one room will be done!
Himself's next self-assigned duty is to tape and mud the ceiling in the livingroom. We have a whole week planned, coming up, so hope to make a lot of progress in that time.
Meanwhile, when I wasn't able to help Himself, I was cleaning out corners of the little cabin and dragged out this 3/4 finished chair. I had started it back before III came and went. I had been dissatisfied with my work; didn't like the pattern; but after dusting it off and finding that I had the cane I needed to finish it, I plopped down on the front porch in the shade and finished it up. It certainly isn't professional and I don't like it as well as the first seat I ever caned (this is the second) but it'll do.
I am either going to paint the whole chair antique blue, seat and all, or just darken the wood and stain the seat to make it look older than it is.
I dragged out more bits and pieces. That long board in the photo above used to be the top back of that old blue buffet that was in this house when we bought it and which was used upstairs for years for storage. Did you recognize it? That and some gingerbread pieces got a coat of black spray paint, then I fastened them on to our old screen door to dress it up. I like the looks of the door and it gives little hands a place to push other than on the screen. Wish I had taken a picture of the finished product.
Now, this old chair is probably 150 years old and hold the first seat I ever caned. I have moved this chair from here to there and back again . . . and with the #9 wire holding it together, it did hold together. Then some time in the building of the big cabin, this antique got broken. I don't know if I'll "githerdone" but my intent is to glue and wire and shore up this old chair. I want to put it back together. It still has some bits and pieces of old white paint on it and the top back rail is worn smooth as silk from all the hands that picked it up and carried it and pulled it out and pushed it under the table or desk. I hope I can at least get it to hold together "for decoration". I know it will never be a functional chair again.
So some of the "projected" is done, some not but the fun is in the doing and planning; and the success or failure, keeps us moving on. Thanks for stopping in.
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