My latest project is to refinish an old maple dressing table along with my friend’s daughter, Jade. I had such a table as a young girl, and loved it, so I am hoping to foster that “girly” yetcapable feeling in my neighbour’s “girly” 8 year old.
Yikes, old enamel paint is hard to sand off.
Okay, I ended up using a gel stripper, but only as the last resort. (Jade did not help with this because of the chemicals.) I decided to use the gel because I wondered if the OLD paint was lead based and I didn’t want to breathe that either. Ugh!
The legs were very shaky and crooked so I’ve spent 2 evenings removing finishing nails(nearly impossible!), and then gluing and shimming and screwing the spindly things in place. I think it would have been easier to build this baby from scratch, but it’s so fun, I can’t help myself.
I am now sewing the gathering strip to the back of the faux silk fabric. This fabric is gorgeous; it’s crinkly and drapes sooo perfectly, but Jade is now not so sure if she loves it. Hmmmm.
This is the latest on the dressing table and we both love it!
This is my little carpenter, Jade. She is so patient and careful. She has been an absolute delight to “work” with on this project.
We’ve had plans(dreams) to cruise the west coast one day, but it never seemed the right time. Now that we’ve retired, we didn’t mind setting aside a week out of the summer in the Okanagan to do some cruisin’. Here are a few highlights, but in truth, the whole trip was perfect. The food was incredibly diverse; the wildlife fascinating; off-shore visits were little cultural tidbits; and the ship was crazy immaculate. Recommended? Absolutely!
This Value Village 78 record and a clock mechanism, which I took out of another very dated VV clock, was attached via the centre hole of the record for a personalized gift for my music-obsessed husband. Who knew it was so hard to find Pink Floyd or Stones records? I settled for the song title, “You’re Driving Me Crazy.” And I meant it in the nice way…the best part….he likes it!
My sister has a very “2009 style” relationship with Ewan, or as she affectionately calls him, her lifer. They come and go with each other, holiday together, date each other, and then go back to their own separate lives. It’s sort of rhythmic. And it works for them. She is a landscaper and he, a painter.
Ewan was having a solo art show at the gallery just down the street from his home so my husband and I went to see it. “Nice.”
” Very nice.”
” Hmmm. That one.”
” Yes, that one.”
And that was that. We loved his work, bought a piece within 10 minutes, and then rushed off to a holiday excursion. We weren’t expecting to purchase anything. We just wanted to see his work in a gallery setting, although we have seen and admired his work at his place, other peoples’ places, and even at the Vancouver airport ( where we accidentally discovered two of his pieces while we were waiting for a flight last spring).
So we are now the proud owners of a lovely painting that somehow stole our hearts in 10 minutes flat.
I went to Vancouver for the scattering of my aunt’s ashes at the site of a cabin my family used to rent for a few weeks every summer beginning in the 1930’s and lasting into the 60’s. Sadly, the vaguely familiar cluster of cabins no longer exists, but last week 11 of us piled into a couple of fishing boats and headed out to the general area, guided by a few original sepia coloured photos of the gang at Sunset Beach.
Grey rings marked the ocean surface as the rain bounced into tiny white drops before they melded with the water. Deep pink and rosy yellow rose petals dotted the spot as we all drew handfuls of her ashes and spoke in quiet tones, our own special words to her.
A good wife, a caring mom, a favourite aunt and now a loss to our family. We had a very good day with you. What a great day to reconnect with everyone. Rest in peace, Auntie Betty.
Now if you haven’t been to Vancouver’s Main Street, between 16th and 26th, then you are missing out on a very fine walk. The street is lined with antique stores, clothing boutiques, specialty restaurants, and fascinating special interest shops.
I was lucky enough to stop in at Birkeland Bros. Wool shop on a day that they run their mechanical carding machine. And she is beautiful. Churning and humming and chuckling away, she pours out reams of fluffy wool batting onto the final roller of her 100 year old assembly of carders and rollers and gears.