When I spotted this, it was looking more than a bit sad. Sat under a tarp trying to avoid the rain, wood-stain as dark as the rain laden skies.
But
I recognised straight away that she was a lady no less, who had once been quite fine but had sadly seen herself fallen on hard times.
Whispering 'oh my goodness what a treasure' words I loaded 'her' into the car and bought her home for a spot of TLC.
My eldest son is partially responsible too, I spotted her earlier and wanted a second opinion...he agreed that it could be a thing of beauty.
My eldest son is partially responsible too, I spotted her earlier and wanted a second opinion...he agreed that it could be a thing of beauty.
Sugar soaped and handles removed she was looking forlorn and I think possibly questioning my wisdom.
However a coat of Annie Sloan later and she came back inside, looking happier, cleaner and on the road to recovery/renovation!
Others passed by her, making appreciative noises. Some ran their hands along the lines, others smiled as they mentally found a spot to re-house her.
And here she is...
barely recognisable from how I found her.
Paint was mixed, the right colour befitting this fine old gal...
I uhmmed and ahhhed {as I tend to do} over handles, then decided to keep her original ones which are really quite lovely.
Paint was mixed, the right colour befitting this fine old gal...
So what do you think?
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Sold
thank you
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thank you
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