Friday, December 6, 2013
My sweet DL (and I’m cringing as I say that) has a million pieces of wood in various stages of “done.” (Meaning there are pieces that could be used to build real furniture, if we had the schematics. But those weren’t included in the piles.)
In fact, the husband of a good friend—a woman I have known for over twenty years—has said that our carport looks like an episode of “Hoarders.” And he would be correct.
So I took two beveled boards that were in the pile, and I drew on them with chalk, the way I learned from Miss Mustard Seed.
I used free fonts from the wonderfully wonderful Andrea at The Cottage Market, and I hand lettered them the best I could. (I used to have a projector I could “borrow” but not anymore. So now I need to learn to hand letter.)
I left a lot of the old paint on the boards, if there was old paint on them. (There was on the ‘Let it Snow’, but not on the ‘Baby it’s Cold Outside.’)
Then I put the little hangie thingie (that being the technical term) on the back.
…and there you have it!
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
I found some very cool tiny Jell-o molds at an estate sale last month. I got two large bags for $3. (That’s 26 molds for roughly 11 and a half cents each.)
I got them home and thought “What the heck am I going to do with these things? I don’t even LIKE Jell-o, unless it’s laced with vodka and served in a shot glass.”
Then I saw some ideas on Little Miss Maggie’s blog.
So I spray painted a few of these with Krylon glossy white.
I hot glued a tree from the dollar store onto the bottom of the spray-painted mold.
I gave the whole thing another light coat of spray paint and then glued some Epsom salts to the base of the tree where it meets the mold.
I put two of these cuties in the dining room window for a festive flair!
Monday, December 2, 2013
It’s been a few weeks since I wrote one of these because I was in Germany, and then Kirb did the play at Twin City Stage, so she hasn’t had a chance to get this computer stuff set up for me. I rely on her to get all the computer stuff in line so that I can write this. (Kirby here: basically, he is helpless.)
I wanted to use some of the project-specific pieces of wood that we brought back from the furniture factory. (Kirby: what is the WE crap?!? I sure as heck didn’t buy 2200 pieces of wood! No, sir! This is DL’s doing ENTIRELY!) I took two of the pieces that were louvered, and a piece that was damaged on the face. I flipped it over and used the back side, which had black in the center and a lip all the way around. Kirby wanted to paint the black part with chalkboard paint, but she wasn’t available, so I just sealed it with polyacrylic.
I put a couple of stretcher bars on it for stability and stained it with Minwax Polyshades in an oak color (Kirby: I WON it! In a giveaway that My Repurposed Life had! I never get free stuff, so I was STOKED!)
I will probably not use this product again. Kirby likes it and uses it when she needs to stain, but I didn’t like the way it went on. It went on blotchy and uneven. I’ll save this stuff for Kirby. (Kirby: I do like it. Most of the time I’m just doing something that will get waxed or painted over, and the application of the polyshades is easy. And we all know how I feel about easy.)
The other piece I finished was an industrial cart with a cherry top and cherry shelf. The cherry pieces are also from the furniture factory. It’s a great piece and will probably sell fast. (These things FLY out of Elizabeth’s, while my painted furniture sits. So unfair. But now he’s out of industrial bases, so we’ll see who wins next month! The woman who has Christmas goodies to sell? Hmm….)
Sunday, December 1, 2013
1. You'll have to see what I'm doing with some of the wood!
2. The mantel is finished and festive!
3. A metal snowflake...yes, please!
What did you find appealing this week?
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
When I was in high school, I loved being in the school plays and musicals. (That’s me on the left, above. However, that is NOT my hair.)
Then, of course, I grew up and moved to NC and forgot all about how much fun I used to have. I had a house and a husband and kids and it was fun being a mom.
But it was not MY fun.
So when my kids got older and my husband got a lecture (I NEED A LIFE!) and I got a job and my colleague Gesh (that’s Gesh, above and on the right—also not her hair) said “C’mon, Kirb! Let’s put on a show!” my answer was “YES!” And so I went to auditions for The Music Man and was invited to be a part of the cast. The director was Gene Johnson and the music director was Steve Bradford and the assistant stage manager was Danny Alvarez and I made wonderful friends in the cast, like Karen Robertson and Miriam Davie and Shelly Beard and little Rebecca Barnhart. It was the summer of 2003, and it was just what the doctor ordered.
Since then, I’ve participated in numerous plays and musicals in three different community theatre groups. (We are fortunate to have many local community arts groups here in Winston-Salem.) At the end of the summer, when Danny Alvarez asked me to help out with Spamalot as an assistant stage manager, I acquiesced, mainly because I thought it would be easy…
After all, Gene Johnson would be directing, and Steve Bradford was music director and it would be like 2003 all over again.
Backstage is different than on stage. You are listening through a headset, oftentimes to several people talking at once. You’re taking information from the stage manager, who is watching the performance, and sometimes having to fix stuff on the fly. You’re also fielding questions and concerns from folks backstage—usually actors—and you are trying to juggle a bunch of stuff at once. You’re trying to keep track of props and curtains and actors handing stuff off stage and taking stuff on stage and getting scenery moved around.
And that was supposed to be Kevin’s job. (Kevin’s the guy smiling. I’m the one who looks like she knows what she’s talking about. The other guy is Doug, who used to be a U.S. Marshal, which is pretty cool.) But Kevin got sick and was in the hospital for almost a week and then had to recuperate for even more weeks. So guess who was in charge?
(That’s me in the curly blonde wig, being “Gay Wellington,” the drunken actress in You Can’t Take It With You, which is perfect on so many levels.)
When the folks I began my community theatre “career” with…Gene, Steve, Danny, Karen, Shelly, little Rebecca (who is now married Rebecca) and Miriam’s husband Kevin—for whom I would walk across hot coals—call me and say they need me to step in…what else can I say?
(Backstage while we wait for a production number during Beauty and the Beast…with Sarah and the aforementioned Shelly. No wig was necessary in that production because I wore a great big hat.)
When I talk about my theatre family…I mean exactly that. These are the people my sweet DL called when he needed help coordinating my surprise 50th.
(This is not my birthday party—this was a fundraiser and we all borrowed gowns from the costume shop.)
These are the people who will get dressed up with you (and sometimes UNDRESSED with you, if you’re sharing a dressing room), who will encourage you to go to auditions, who will make extra food for you, who will invite you to their homes and who will cover for you when you wind up in the hospital.
(Me, in the center, wearing—wait for it—a wig!)
Just like your family.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Well, I will tell you that there's all kinds of mess going on around here...
1. The "making a wreath for the front door" mess...
2. the "chalkboard art is not for sissies" mess...
3. the "what the heck am I going to do with a dozen
tiny Jello molds?" mess...
4. and the "just hang a couple of jingle bells on it"
What did YOU find appealing this week?