Style & Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 30 December 2009 @ 7:54 AM
Yes, I recently tried my hand for the first time at stenciling — a bit of “friggy-work” as Mom would call it, but once I got the hang of it, it was fun. And rewarding!
I bought the raw wood trunk at Hobby Lobby for $16.00 — had a coupon for 40% off any one item. Check online — they run specials!
Kelly just loves the trunk, so great to keep Kirsten’s accessories in. (Kirsten is The Doll, for newcomers to this site. Kelly is The Human Child who lives with her father and me.)
The trunk measures 12″ wide x 10″ deep x 10″ tall — perfect size for a six-pack of beer — wouldn’t I be the fancy one all the ball games, toting my beer in that! 🙂
Might stencil another for my donuts!
But back to serious-land… I noticed the “real” American Girl Doll Kirsten trunks were recently selling for an average of $250 each, for those lucky enough to snag them off eBay — they are no longer available from the maker.
Jim (The Father of our Human Child,) says I should paint more of these and sell them on eBay! Maybe next Christmas, if I refine my skills — this was just my first attempt.
I also painted and stenciled a matching table, chairs, bed, and a little shelf for Kirsten for Christmas, which I’ll be showing you in near-future posts. So stay tuned!!
And God bless!!
And yes, all these pictures were taken with my trusty iPhone 3GS. (The yellow stencil sheet is kinda fuzzy because I cropped it considerably.)
Boo-boop-be-doop!
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Style & Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 29 June 2009 @ 6:34 AM
Lightbulb 1: Grumble. Mumble. Woe is me for still having no place all my own in this perpetual house remodel. Then a brainwave hits and I commandeer one corner of the dining room for my funsterment correspondence haven. Yay!
Then, TWO brainwaves in one day (I had to have a lie-down later,) for better traffic flow, I take a couple leaves out of the dining table. We can always bring those and the extra chairs back when needed.
Btw, our dining room was a bland old bedroom we converted and opened to the kitchen. Jim did all the wood-working, tile etc. himself. You know my creative Jimmy! Yes, he even made the corner cabinet with his own two hands, he fashioned that scallop thing from a cast he made of an old one we bought in Maine.
This print I bought in Bermuda inspired the room’s theme.
And in case you’re wondering – no we don’t have any other pink rooms in our house! No pink decor at all elsewhere, except for Kelly’s room.
Lightbulb 2: I make a note to buy an attractive basket or box to hold supplies for my new treasure corner. Later I spy the perfect box on a book shelf — one I bought full of stationery 15 years ago.
Lightbulb 3: I yearn to upgrade to a better camera such as the Canon below. Imagine Jannie with a decent camera? Wicked!
As I wonder how to justify such a non-necessity, yet another miracle of brainwave seizes me. That gently-used stuff I’ve been meaning to sell on eBay — that’ll give me plenty of guilt-free cash for a new camera, and then some! Maybe enough to buy new sparkles for my kilt.
Lightbulb 4: How I can possibly stretch dinner for 3 into dinner for 5? (Hubby forgot to mention guests were coming.) But by adding more lettuce and croutons to the salad, cooking extra potatoes and slicing the salmon smaller, we have plenty – with some to spare. Plus, the guests brought cake and wine – my kind of guests!
(the gymnast at four. this photo enlarges.)
Lightbulb 5: Kelly informs me 5 minutes before we leave for VBS (Vacation Bible School) that it’s “Jersey Day” and she’s to wear a sports team shirt, which we don’t have. Then it dawns on me that the emblazoned gymnastics tee she got at camp last week could work. After all, gymnastics is an Olympic team sport, right?! She goes for the idea. (Whew, slid that one past her.)
Friends, it appears I already have what I think I need or want. How ’bout you? You lucky that way?
[Another Update: Jim says it was [actually] a Sunday we met and at the risk of making you puke, he just added “How could I ever forget – it was the most important day of my life.”]
[Edit: Our date in the pub was not our actual first meeting. That was at quarter to three on a soft grey October Friday afternoon, 1989. He was wearing a tweed blazer with leather patches on the elbows and me my blue chiffon. (Okay, I was actually in my merlot wool suit but I just love saying “my blue chiffon.”)
And dang my math is bad – we got together in 1990, so it’s actually 18 years ago we’ve been manacled in bliss (but I wish it were 19.) [Or 22.]
[In black below was my originally published post.]
A girl just never knows when she hits it off with a good looking, seemingly nice guy in a pub what could happen. Will they go on a second date, get married, but soon hate each others’ guts? Or will she, as I, find herself still happy many (19) years later and falling in love with him all over again?
My man started building this treehouse for Kelly in March (I took the top 2 pix about an hour ago.) I’ll let the montage speak for what kind of guy I was lucky enough to snag. And how thankful I am that I did!
