Milk Paint from Miss Mustard Seed

It’s taken a good many months to pick up my milk paint from our local distributor and then a few more months to actually use it.  And to be honest, when I first brushed it on I was a bit confused. But I’ve learned a thing or two about paint and patience.

I had found this little, sad, cottage table with water marks on the top and thought Miss Mustard Seed was just the one to give it new life. So it became my first victim.

I had been chintzy and mixed it watery so it went on thin. I then put my doubts to bed and let it dry over night. In the morning, with help from a rag, it became some kind of chippy wonderful I’ll tell you! Just like Miss Mustard Seed said it would be.

But I wanted a little more coverage so I add a second coat before I went to work. It was looking quite appealing when I got home that night. I waxed it with a clear wax and buffed it to a dull finish.  I think I like it. What do you think?

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                                     Cheers,

                                     Miss Ellie

I’m sharing this post with Courtney’s Feather Nest Friday at French Country Cottage. 

I’m sharing this post with Marian’s Furniture Feature Friday at Miss Mustard Seed.

I’m sharing this post with Donna’s Party Junk at Funky Junk Interiors.

I’m sharing this post with Debra’s Be Inspired at Common Ground. 

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the Gift of Time

the Gift of Time

With more light at the end of the work day there is a whole lot more to see and photograph.

When I arrived home from work around 5 (which felt like 4) I venture out to the yard as I could see signs of spring. It is the most beautiful and non threatening time of year.  The grass is green but doesn’t scream to be mowed.  The trees are blooming and leafing-out and hide the fact I haven’t pruned them yet. The ground is still wet so planting much of anything is ill-advised. I have yet to notice that the garden shed and the fences and the clubhouse all need some kind of wood protection. Oh! And the deck too.

“But chippy, aged wood is my friend.” I say to myself.

I see the stack, or six, of lumber my Dad and I have collect from old barns and sheds, and a coral and horse shelter. There is some lapped siding from Restore and some deck railings from a friends old deck. They’re neatly stack on pallets in my future vegetable garden.

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When I pull back the recycled rubber roof membrane that has kept the lumber dry all winter, a sense of wonder comes over me as all my dreams and aspiration come flooding back. The barn wood is destined to become an outdoor farm table. There are two shed doors, with the ‘Z’ bracing that will make a great head-board or garden shed table. The coral 2 x 6s and 4 x 4s are the beginnings of the raised beds so mandatory in my red clay, water-logged soil.  And the old 16 feet long foundation forms that are the future home of the blue berry patch.

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I see the mountain of crushed granite and rock that the dump truck driver left in the middle of the road to the back forty, because it was so soppy last January the dump truck sunk to its axles.  I’m in denial about its relocation to the rest of the road. I can only see the beautiful boulders mixed in that will one day be part of the rock borders on either side of the walkways.

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With more light after work, I’ll have some time to work on these projects and others. As part of the effort to bring balance to my second life, working in many smaller increments rather than an all out push in a single day is more effective. It also gives my creativity an opportunity to evolve.

And though I’ll get use to the time change, this time of year feels like a gift. How are your spring projects shaping up?

Cheers,

Miss Ellie