More First Trimester Finds (Part Two)

I'm still having formatting issues that irritate me, but I've found it's easier to just write a new post rather than adding photos of accidentally-excluded photos.

I didn't take before photos of this nightstand lot, but....

....I bought (4) for $70.

Three of them sold almost immediately, but......

....I'm still stuck with this one.

Again, no before photo, but bought this old high
chair (sans tray) for $20. It took forever to paint.

I've seen Waterfall dressers and vanities, but
never a nightstand. 

Sold it to a woman who was seeking out narrow pieces because
she is moving to Singapore.

I really liked this piece when I saw it, and the price
was really low. I was a bit worried that it needed a
ton of work, but it didn't.

Duck-egg blue, gold spray paint, and a lot of sanding..
.....turned out nicely.

This old Thomasville weighed a ton, but
bought it at the decent price of $80.

Though one can hardly tell from the photo, I painted it
a subtle mint-green.

Bought this dresser for $60. It was in pretty bad shape, and
I had the strip all the veneer from the top.

It sold pretty quickly....back when Emperor's Silk (red) was popular (a month ago)

No other commentary to add. I have major writer's block

More First Trimester Finds

It was about this time last year when the Florida Panhandle received Noah's-Ark-type rainfall. Fast forward one year, and it's raining everyday in Houston. Normally, I love the rain. It could rain every day, and it would be perfectly fine with. The sound of rain and thunder calms me, and I love the smell. Unfortunately, my nephew's last three little league games have been postponed, and though I love watching him and his friends play, I do have a bit of a crush on a teammate's mother. I truly don't know how to approach her. In any other setting, I would be fine with a home run or a strikeout, but that her son is a friend of my nephew makes the situation completely awkward. That, and her ex-husband seems to hover over her lawn chair like a vulture. FML.

The first three months of the year were weird, and I suppose weather had something to with it. I'm sure the price of oil hasn't helped either. There have been weeks when I couldn't give stuff away, and there have been weeks when I've panicked to load up on inventory because pieces were moving so quickly. I'm back in depressive mode in this manic, bi-polar market, so if I can't sell pieces, I can at least purge the photos from my phone.

A buy I regret. Luckily, I bought a monk bench with it.

Turned out lovely, but the bottom drawer was never perfect,
so I just got my cost back on it.

Another one that I regret. It was only $15, but
three of the drawers were shot.....

....so I got creative (stole borrowed someone's idea
on Pinterest, and....

made a stupid pet bed that no pet will sleep in. I
made the cat stay in there long enough for me to snap
a photo. Dumb idea.

I bought a lot of (4) mismatched chairs (all Tell City) for $60.......

.....because I wanted to do
some fun things with them. 

Anyway, I got an email from a photographer who needed to move her
shoot inside because of the rain. They turned it into a swing.

And then there is this one. I liked the way it turned out, but
no one else seems to. I think I'm going to pair it with a desk.

I consider myself to be an optimistic realist. The sun always rises, but you can't always see it. It will only rain for so many days. Markets will fluctuate (even the furniture market). So, if I can train this wild Banshee of a cat to sit, anything is possible (vultures notwithstanding).

Early 2015 Finds

I'm feeling overwhelmed, but it's a just punishment for procrastination. I suppose that I prefer painting pieces over writing about them, but since this more closely resembles a diary than a blog, I'll need to break up this post into at least two.

Bought this pub table set for $60.....

...was never fond of mismatched chairs, but it has grown on me.

Paid $27.50 for this massive mirror in an online auction...

....quick splash of white, and it was gone shortly thereafter

Paid $50 for this dresser, but I had to replace all the hardware.

Cloned AS color "Emperor's Silk."

This was on a scary part of town, so $60 was a good price considering the risk.

Used a color called Duchess Blue with some White and some dark
wax, and it was ready to go. Still peeved I left the skeleton key behind,
but there was no way in hell I was going back.

Picked up this bargain on the morning of the Super Bowl.

White chest with gold hardware. You must be thrilled with the
color risk I took on this piece :)

I loved this piece the second I saw it. 

Painted it Duck-Egg blue, and I still carry a bit of guilt for
painting it. It wasn't in the best condition, so I had to.

Paid $75 for this very heavy china cabinet

Duck-Egg blue on the outside, white on the inside, and
replaced the glass on cabinet doors with chicken wire.

Cat's Eye

I have no excuses for waiting this long to write. I type notes on my phone all the time, but I just haven't been motivated to sit down long enough to write. Fucking Netflix.

During my most recent binge (Bloodline....I highly recommend), I caught my cat Audrey staring at me. Not blankly, mind you, but with purpose. I can't believe that I'm admitting this, but I actually paused an episode to ask, "What?"

She's a brilliant cat, and I adore her. She's smarter than most children, and I attribute that to home-schooling. She's not much for socializing with strangers, and I also attribute that to home-schooling. She sits on command. She talks. She loves when I sing, but that's likely because my singing voice more closely resembles the cry of a distressed cat than it does Frank Sinatra. I tell her that she's pretty, and she accepts the compliment as gospel without, "Really?," or "Are you sure?," or "Are you just saying that?," or "Even though I've put on 10 pounds?," as follow-up questions (I have no idea if that is punctuated correctly, and it's irritating me. I hate that I'm a left-brain cliche).

"Meow." Not the most unique reply, but it sounded differently than normal. My mind started to wonder what she meant by that, which further led me to wonder what sweet Audrey thought of me. I giggled to myself when I imagined what her thoughts could be regarding my personal life (non-existent by choice as of this writing). I reminisced objectively, without joy or contempt, attempting to guess what her thoughts may have been (and I wanted to play around with this cartoon balloon program on www.superlame.com).

This post may read as though I thought that I was perfect. I wasn't. Not even close. But in Audrey's eyes, I am.