I hinted yesterday with the word justification. I’m tired of it. Big breath, here goes.
There is no pretense here. I paint furniture. My furniture. I do not order my pieces from Sotheby’s. I rummage through the backs of the dirtiest shops you can imagine. I crawl under and over and pull junk off of my furniture. Junk like used toilet seats. I find it and…hello…finders keepers! And, guess what? The reason they were hidden in the back of a junk store is because they were discarded as junk. No one wants granny’s old dining room set anymore. No one even wants their parent’s furniture any longer. The only way to keep old furniture relevant and out of the dumpsters is by changing it up to fit into today’s modern decor.
I love my pieces. I try and give them back the respect that they lost when hidden under a toilet seat. I don’t slap paint on. Each one is painted with its own individual style. If you prefer the “before” in the before and after post, so be it. Our taste is different. However, telling me that I ruined a piece of furniture is not constructive criticism. I take umbrage at that. I happen to know a true antique. My mother is British and I was raised in and out of thrift stores, estate sales, church sales as well as true antique stores here and in Britain. I have an excellent eye for quality.
Whew. Felt good to get that out off my chest!
And, now we come to today. My computer crashed (hence the late post). Wait! It gets better. I parked my car in a parking lot, got out and closed my door and began to walk between the parked cars to exit. The car parked directly next to me suddenly flew backwards in reverse and missed my foot by inches. Yes, I as SO angry. I looked at the woman and said, “You almost ran over my foot!” Her response? “I don’t like your car!”
It’s a Honda minivan.
Point being, some people exude negativity. Breath in deeply, smile and exhale it out.
It’s one of my all time favorite comments. Cracks me up every time 🙂