These barstools looked a little trashy.
What did you expect?
I did find them in somebody's trash.
They even looked worse in person. Gray is nice and all, but these just looked like junk, maybe something you'd have in your garage so you could sit at your workbench. Nothing wrong with that, but I no longer have a garage, and somehow this pair needed to get a little style on. Meanwhile, there were places on the backs of the legs and undersides of the rungs that you can't see in the pictures where they looked stricken with leprosy.
The seats appeared to be handmade replacements crudely attached. The rusty screws stuck up from the seat. The width looked to me like it should be cut down a bit so they weren't so wide. I got them marked so that one day when I had the circular saw out I could do that, but I avoid getting things out if I don't have to, because, if you get it out, you also have to put it away, along with the long extension cord.
No thanks. I would rather choose other projects with only slightly less if any "getting out and putting away" involved.
For a while, the barstools did stand in as saw horses and project tables. They could come in pretty handy that way, especially since I didn't have a place to use barstools per se. The rest of the time they've been relegated to an outdoor life in my stash where they hugged the back of the house trying to stay dry during rain storms, huddled together to stay warm during our few cold days and trying to keep hope alive that one day they would be re-rescued from their rescuer's pile of junk. They had dreams of becoming cute and useful so they could live a meaningful life.
Well thanks to Little Miss Buttercream (the name I have decided to assign the rolling cart which was recently refurbished) and her stylish new color scheme, these barstools took a cue and have adopted a copycat style.
Although the barstools and the cart grew up in the same town, they never knew or saw each other until junking fate brought them together. Yet, they are a junk match made in heaven. Seeing as the barstools' tops have a similar look to Miss Buttercream's, they were painted to compliment her.
I almost veered from the new yellow and white combo as I experimented with painting different aquas, blues and greens on each of the slats of one of the barstools as a test, but since the legs were already yellow, I decided that looked a bit too busy. This simple color combo suits them.
Line them up with Little Miss Buttercream, the new cart, and they make a formidable a team.
They have a certain outdoor charm if you ask me. The stools would well-suit a beachy porch or patio, or a farmhouse or rustic kitchen. They have no plans to put on airs; they know their place and it's with downhome folks with a sunny style.
Of course, I'm not done with subtle yellow and Winter white. I have another project underway. Any guesses what color it's intended to be?
yes, I see no sense messing with it when you have a good thing going.
You know full-well that I don't want to have to make another color decision if I don't have to.
Here she is... the fairly recent addition to the stash by way of the trash.
You might say I have yellow fever right now. Don't worry. I've built up an immunity to it. I'll be over it in no time... As soon as another go to color combo comes along, I'll be off on that whim, leaving yellow fever behind.
I'm sorry if yellow fever turns out to be contagious, but that's how color viruses spread - blog to blog contact.
So, be careful out there!
Oh, and really do be careful out there. In a mindless mishap, I poured boiling corn on the cob water over my own hand on Saturday evening. "How does one do such a dumb thing?" you might ask. Well, I was rushing and not thinking (obviously), and when I went to pour the water into the sink, I reached to turn on the faucet to rinse it down as I started dumping it and basically just stuck my hand right where I was to pour. Yeah, brilliant, huh?
Worse yet, I made the same dumb move just a few weeks before. Can you believe I didn't learn the first time? Yes, of course you can. This time the water was even hotter. It had just come off the heat from a boil. I had to keep my hand in a bowl of cold water for almost three hours the pain was so intense, despite taking Ibuprofen immediately.
I'm hoping two times is the charm on this lesson. I don't want to go for three. My burn covers the top of my hand and the worse part is it's in the same place where I burned my hand when a handful of sparklers exploded many years ago (another pretty dumb move). This skin is looking worse with each day, but thankfully not blistering so far.
And thankfully it's not my scrubbing, sanding, hammering, prying nails or painting hand. Whew!
Until next time...
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