|I want I want I want it!|
This French draw-leaf table!
|for example, the porch|
This place has no big closets and little other storage. I have had to conscript the garage for a studio/storage, and I have stuffed everything I was determined to keep SOMEWHERE. We have given away all kinds of stuff, and never had a garage sale here. We have donated a ton of crap. No more sales for me. (Our last sale at our previous house was a little scary. Three illegal immigrant types kept hanging around till there was no one else there. They were there for over two hours, handling everything, jabbering away in a language I do not understand, cutting their eyes in our direction. Very unnerving. I locked up the cash in the house and stuck a pistol in my belt. I made sure they saw it.
But I digress.)
Our dining room is kind of dinky. If you are Southern, you know that "dinky" means ridiculously small. I have to have lots of storage in there. If it was just the table and chairs, I suppose there would be room.
However, I am Southern, after all, and there is crystal, silver, boo-koo sets of china, a thousand napkin rings and candles, and lots of other "stuff." It has reached the point of having no room for people. My dining room table that I love is posted on this blog for sale, but I really needed to get a move on. The holidays are coming, people! Doesn't someone need this table?
We have looked around, and I found one table I am just crazy about. I also found a couple of others I could make do with if the Apocalypse was upon us.
However, the hubs does not want me to buy another table till I sell the one I have. In the garage, I still had my ancient one, the one I painted with ASCP Emperor's Silk, that I have been using for a work table in the art space.
In the upstairs littlest bedroom, I have my old kitchen table painted black that I use for a cutting table for my sewing. There is a glass top table under the pergola and another one on the screen porch. And -- a two-top in the kitchen. So I could feed the multitudes if I had to. But I have been so bummed about the state of the crowded DR with the holidays coming. I walk by and I curse it.
Then I brought home that little curio cabinet from my late cousin's house a couple of days ago. I have been airing it out, because weird as it sounds, the inside smells like their house, and that made me sad. So -- I have not begun to paint it yet. I was planning on pale green, replicating the finish on these antique Italian chairs I saw in Fairhope a couple of weeks ago.
Today over morning coffee, we had a conversation about the DR table situation after I had a major meltdown last night about all the shortcomings of this house. Sweet Husband agreed to help me swap the table in the studio/garage with the one in the DR to see if it would work better because it is only 44" inches at it's widest point instead of the 60" diameter of the pretty white one. Since he had to do the hard work, and all I had to do was be the supporting player, I thought, why not?
|The size works a little better|
|The red color in here? The jury is still out.|
So -- this is what we did this morning. Probably this will get draped with something till I can get myself that table I really really really want.
Somebody please buy my pretty little white scallopy top table, won't you? Scribbler needs a new DR table.(whine)
|Here's the teensy little bit of the red in the wallpaper...|
And now the color to paint the little curio has to be rethought. I have about a gazillion pieces of silver hollowware which has been tossed in the garage cabinets that I am going to put in there, so I need to get it painted pretty soon. It is going to take me a year to get all that mess polished! No wonder the younger girls don't want Grandmama's silver anymore...
|This oxidized finish has got to go!|