He worked for days on the present. Out in the little shop behind the house he would disappear after work. When my special day arrived, he presented me with the gift. Patterned after ones used for ladies mounting a train, it was a conductor stool. Oh! Love at first sight!
That was about a brazilian years ago, give or take. It has a handy slot cut in the top for easy grabbage. Therefore it accompanies me throughout the day. It’s been with us through six moves and more picture hangings and shelf reaching and putting away of groceries than I could possibly remember. And when the work is done, it makes a great place to prop my feet.
The first time I got paint on it I worked as hard as I could to get it off. When the smudge refused to let go, I decided it gave my little stool character. Now there’s all manner of color upon my companion, not to mention the scrapes and dents from years of use.
I found a new paint method whereby a piece can be made to look antique by applying color, then sanding the edges for a distressed look. I’ve finally gathered all the ingredients and the plan was to experiment on my old stool before trying it on a larger piece.
Looking at my stool now, I cannot bring myself to do it. I just can’t bear to let go of all that history.
There’s butter yellow from our most recent kitchen, and cornmeal from a formal dining room, and several shades of mauve left from the eighties. There’s brilliant blanco from a ceiling and a tiny bit of periwinkle. I wish I’d dripped more periwinkle since that kitchen is long gone and was one of my favorites.
Yep.
I’m a sap…
with quite a few scrapes and dents myself…
and happy happy memories of painted rooms in days of yore.
Maybe I should try out the new paint method on my little kitchen table…
Nope. Can’t do that either.
It’s got a burn mark from Stephanie’s wedding day when we left the curling iron on.
Good grief. Perhaps I’ll just prop my feet up on my genuine antique stool and write a sappy story. I didn’t want to paint anyway.
And who decided mauve is a word? Who makes up those ridiculous paint color names? Hannah has a room painted in Crocodile Tears. It’s not see-through, so was it a gassy crocodile? Had he just devoured a poodle so his tears turned a pale shade of green?
Sorry.
Apparently the sentimental “mauve” period has passed.
I just loved this! It made my morning! Thanks for the talk
Last week! Hugs and kisses to you!
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Leave it ..don’t paint. All that history gone to a fad of shabby chic. NO!
Loved this blog today.
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Loved this Lynna……….. Hope you have a wonderful day!!!!!!!!!!
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Warmed my heart and hit a spot of my feelings about my treasurers also. Hugs.
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Love this! Your stool is perfect just the way it is and I’ll bet it will be treasured for many years to come.
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Thank you all for continuing to read through my “blue” period! Your comments are always such an encouragement! =)
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I have a stool close to yours. Many, many, many memories. All my grandkids have stood on that stool to help me bake at one time or another. I wouldn’t take anything for it now!
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Can’t think of a better use than that! So far two granddaughters have put it to good use in the kitchen. We love baking too. Pretty soon the other three will be big enough to “help.” Can’t wait!
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Hey! We both had our feet propped on that stool about an hour ago! Enjoyed the chat!
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Loved out visit! Thanks for stopping by.
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I don’t know how I missed this one 4 years ago but I’m glad to have finally found it and read it, this was really great and makes me want a stool for my son to be able to help me bake…right now he pulls up a big kitchen chair and it’s very hard to work around!! Lol
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