January 26, 2015
Pictures of our finished kitchen will be posted on next Monday’s
blog! Charming is almost finished the
floor and then we’ll be able to move everything back into place. YAY! I’m
so excited I can hardly stand it.
Although I’ve been cooking in the kitchen all along (at times, leaping
over the work areas and dodging power tools), it’ll be nice to be able to sit
down and eat our meals at a real table again.
The braided rug that I’ve been working on, for what seems like forever,
is almost finished. I have one last row
to add, but it should be finished and ready to go into the kitchen when the furniture
is moved back into place.
I’ve also done a bit more work on the wash tub prep table. That project has been really slow going
because I was trying to keep it hidden from Charming and have only been able to
work on it when he wasn’t around. As I’ve
said before, Charming has a complete dislike for that poor little wash tub and
I can’t understand why. (Ummm…Could it
possibly be because any sane person would consider it a piece of junk that was found
in the mountains with a rusted-out bottom?)
Today
I was in my craft room, in the process of happily painting apples on the side
of the wash tub, oblivious to the entire world.
It was just me, my wash tub, and the John Denver CD playing on the boom
box. Suddenly, Charming opened the door
and caught me with my “paints down” so to speak. I almost jumped out of my skin and came
pretty close to dropping the paints on the floor as well. Stammering, I struggled to recover my
composure. At that point, I’m sure I was
looking like a kid caught with their hand in the candy jar, so I attempted to
place myself between Charming and the wash tub.
Now, I’ll admit that I’m a good-sized girl, but not wash tub sized…yet,
anyway. So when Charming leaned to his
right, I leaned to my left. When he
leaned to his left, I leaned to my right.
(What to do now? I have to admit
that a flash of an “I Love Lucy” episode flitted through my mind at that
point.) Dadgumit…because Charming is
blessed with at least six inches more in height than I, he went onto his tip
toes and got a full view of the wash tub.
I quickly
summoned up all of the Southern girl charm that I could muster, gave him my sweetest
smile to remind him why he married me, batted my eyelashes at him several times
and stammered, “Ummmm…Want a kiss?” He simply
shook his head and said, “Oh, God.” He then accepted my offer of the kiss and
turned around to leave the room. As he
was closing the door, he leaned back into the room and said, “That thing
is not going to go in the kitchen, right?”
I smiled and said, “We’ll talk later about where we’re going to put it…Oh…and
I might need you to help me with some power tools to finish it off.” His only response was to roll his eyes and
leave the room. All in all, I think “The Big Wash Tub Reveal to
Charming” went off pretty well, don’t you?
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| I fold up the braided rug when I'm not working on it because it just takes up too much space. Powder Cat thinks it's the perfect place to take a long nap...and he gives me "the stink eye" when I try to move him or take his picture. |
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| The wash tub is made up of three sections of metal that are seamed together. I painted a separate tree branch on each section. |
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| Then I roughly (really roughly) painted in apples onto the tree branches. The apples look a little odd right now, but after I reshape them with a second coat of paint, add leaves, and a few apple blossoms then it should look better. I'm not an artist, so don't expect them to look a lot better. |
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