Le't Get this Show on the Road!!!

It was a simple thought...."let's remodel the totally dysfunctional kitchen in our newly purchased 1882 farmhouse!" Robin's famous last words...."How hard can it be????"

Well.........It's HARD! Of course, being the frugalista that I am, (title courtesy of Logan, 15) I signed husband and me up for as many tasks as possibly to keep the costs down. "Of course we'll rip up the vinyl and plywood ourselves"...savings $600! Graciously the previous owner had nailed down plywood under the yucky vinyl flooring to protect the 1882 yellow pine plank floors. Ok, did I say nailed? I must have removed 4567 nails!! 4001, 4002, 4003....you get the drift! During the first half hour a bee decided to fly into my work gloves and sting me!!! So there I am, the only woman amoung 5 workmen jumping up and down screaming, "I got stung!" The supervisor kept looking at me like I was nuts! He later told me that he thought I said, "I'm done!" , while only 1/4 of the floor was removed. Maybe his hearing has been impaired from all the power tools!

So, did I fail to mention that I can have a pretty severe reaction to bee stings? Just to be on the safe side, I iced it, dabbed baking soda goo, and get this....took 4 tsps. of Benedryl!!! I continued to pull nail for about 2 hours, getting slower and slower and the Benedryl worked its magic and my eyes began to feel like lead weights. I tiptoed off in hopes of taking a quick cat nap. Two hours later sleeping beauty awoke, missing jack hammering the basement CONCRETE utility sink. Man........bummer!

As the pictures above boast...the original lathing strips and plaster are pretty much all that remains of my former kitchen. Stay tuned to see how we progress!

Who doesn't need another end table???? Theyfill in those empty corners, they hold our nightly glass of wine, the hold lamps that light the books we read. I have been busy as ever...whipping out power tools. Or "power toys", as I like to call them. I found a vintage fruit box in the barn this morning that was begging to be made into a small table. Lucky for me, I have salvage wood from my 1882 farmhouse. A junk diva's dream come true!! I proceeded to whip out the chop saw to cut the table top strips and the legs. Then, unfortunately, hand hammered the piece together. I've got to get a nail gun for the air compressor....hey, great Mother's Day gift, if anybody's listening!! An hour later I ended up with a darling little table that would be perfect on the patio, sunroom or family room. Now the question of the day......do I sell it at the next Chartreuse tag sale or keep it? Well......I could always make another one. However, the wine glass and patio are beckoning me. Decisions, decisions! Until we meet again....gotta go put the tools away!

Take Two....Let's try this again

Gotta say.....I'm a little overhelmed with all the technology that surrounds us each day! I sooo want to be a blogger! When I was a teenager I faithfully wrote secret entries into my diary each and every day, only to be discovered and "blabbed" by my little brother Joe.

Last year I failed miserably at starting a blog. It's a new year and a "older" new me. I'm going to try this one more time!

I recently returned from an amazing trip to Texas to rummage the fields of Warrenton and waltz dreamily through the tents of the Marburger Antique Fair. My 5th trip....I never get tired of seeing the creativity that abounds in the "vintage" community! That's what we are, a community! I had the honor and priviledge to meet Sue Whitney, of Junk Market Magazine!! Holy Cow!!! What an AMAZING lady!! If you get a chance, make the trek down to Texas in the spring or fall, you won't be disappointed!