Monday, October 29, 2012
Oh My Gosh! First of all, I am So excited I could squeal! This day, the day I've been waiting for, for over a year now.. is FINALLY here!
Over the last few years of my life, I have struggled to find something that I can call my own. Something that was me. As a mother of three wild and crazy babes, there's not much left one can do, and find solitude in it. I tried baking fancy cakes..but found that I ate too much cake batter, and only ended up with a handful of mini cupcake. I tried sewing..and ended up with a few too many cuss words and collage of band aids on my fingers. You name it, I tried it. Yeah, I could somehow get something together..but it still wasn't quite me, or what it was supposed to be.
It was only a year ago, out of boredom, my kids and I hopped into the car and decided to go busy ourselves with something, somewhere in our little town. On our way, I drove past the local thrift store. Seeing something tall in the window that caught my eye. Never had I stepped in there on a search and destroy mission, but I was aiming to find out what that tall thing was, that caught my eye.
On my trip that day, to my surprise, I found two things calling my name. Both tall and dark..but not the tall dark and handsome that you are all thinking of. I found an old china hutch that had the very cliche' gold leafing on the glass, it was scratched and dented and dinged up. With a price tag of only $60..I decided to tell the cashier that she was mine! On my way to pay, out of the corner of my eye, I see an old tall grandfathers clock. It looked lonely, as if it was saying "what about me?!" I was partial already! As a little girl, I spent many many days with my grandparents. They had a grandfathers clock in their living room that chimed through out my childhood. So even the thought of being able to have one like theirs, to share with my family, was music to my ears, and money well spent. So I rounded up my tags of $30 and $60, paid for them both, and was on my way!
I have to admit, I was a little discouraged when I got them both home and saw just how bad of shape they where both in, and how much work I had on my hands to make them look like what I wanted. I scrubbed, and painted and sanded into the wee hours of the morning (and until I was out of Diet Pepsi and Snickers. That alone will make a girl stop dead in her tracks!).
After the paint dried that night, and I stood back to see if the time and money was worth it. For the first time in my life, I knew what my calling was. I couldn't have been more pleased at how either of them turned out! I now had two really cool things in my house that I LOVED, that I didn't spend a fortune on, and was fairly simple for me to do. No band aids, and no belly aches. Win win situation right?! Below are pictures of how they turned out!
So here I am today, telling you my story, and showing you how a little bit of hard work, elbow grease and Diet Pepsi can pay off for a girl. For all of you who have been faithful followers over the years..Thank you. Thank you for pushing me, and encouraging me to become something bigger and better than I was yesterday. Even in the times of doubt over the last year, you've stood by my side. Some even drove by my house to see if my garage door was up, and hoping to catch me working on my latest pieces. I am forever thankful and grateful for you all! You are part of my journey. You are in the paint on my hands and the paint on my toes. A year in the making.. HERE I AM BABY!!!!
Sincerely, The Distressing Damsel.
Over the last few years of my life, I have struggled to find something that I can call my own. Something that was me. As a mother of three wild and crazy babes, there's not much left one can do, and find solitude in it. I tried baking fancy cakes..but found that I ate too much cake batter, and only ended up with a handful of mini cupcake. I tried sewing..and ended up with a few too many cuss words and collage of band aids on my fingers. You name it, I tried it. Yeah, I could somehow get something together..but it still wasn't quite me, or what it was supposed to be.
It was only a year ago, out of boredom, my kids and I hopped into the car and decided to go busy ourselves with something, somewhere in our little town. On our way, I drove past the local thrift store. Seeing something tall in the window that caught my eye. Never had I stepped in there on a search and destroy mission, but I was aiming to find out what that tall thing was, that caught my eye.
On my trip that day, to my surprise, I found two things calling my name. Both tall and dark..but not the tall dark and handsome that you are all thinking of. I found an old china hutch that had the very cliche' gold leafing on the glass, it was scratched and dented and dinged up. With a price tag of only $60..I decided to tell the cashier that she was mine! On my way to pay, out of the corner of my eye, I see an old tall grandfathers clock. It looked lonely, as if it was saying "what about me?!" I was partial already! As a little girl, I spent many many days with my grandparents. They had a grandfathers clock in their living room that chimed through out my childhood. So even the thought of being able to have one like theirs, to share with my family, was music to my ears, and money well spent. So I rounded up my tags of $30 and $60, paid for them both, and was on my way!
I have to admit, I was a little discouraged when I got them both home and saw just how bad of shape they where both in, and how much work I had on my hands to make them look like what I wanted. I scrubbed, and painted and sanded into the wee hours of the morning (and until I was out of Diet Pepsi and Snickers. That alone will make a girl stop dead in her tracks!).
After the paint dried that night, and I stood back to see if the time and money was worth it. For the first time in my life, I knew what my calling was. I couldn't have been more pleased at how either of them turned out! I now had two really cool things in my house that I LOVED, that I didn't spend a fortune on, and was fairly simple for me to do. No band aids, and no belly aches. Win win situation right?! Below are pictures of how they turned out!
So here I am today, telling you my story, and showing you how a little bit of hard work, elbow grease and Diet Pepsi can pay off for a girl. For all of you who have been faithful followers over the years..Thank you. Thank you for pushing me, and encouraging me to become something bigger and better than I was yesterday. Even in the times of doubt over the last year, you've stood by my side. Some even drove by my house to see if my garage door was up, and hoping to catch me working on my latest pieces. I am forever thankful and grateful for you all! You are part of my journey. You are in the paint on my hands and the paint on my toes. A year in the making.. HERE I AM BABY!!!!
Sincerely, The Distressing Damsel.
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