Nowadays, "Where are we supposed to eat?!" is the standard dinnertime mantra as multiple projects await their fate where diners once enjoyed a meal. The kitchen table is the crafting table (waiting area), but you know, a kitchen table turned workbench/artist's table/crafter's space is nothing new. I am just carrying on the legacy handed down to me by my mom during my childhood in the 60's. After dinner, on many a night when I was growing up, my mom would get out her paints and canvases and create oil or acrylic works of art for our home and those of our friends. She was always doing something creative, and I was always crowding in to get a good look as she roused beauty from canvas and paints with her artful strokes.
"Please don't shake the table." were the gentle words I heard as I scooched in as close as I could, leaning (more like draping myself) across the table to see the forms take shape as she painted. I think she liked having an audience, but I do believe I shook that table quite a bit, despite my attempts to comply with her wishes for me to be still.
In those days, we didn't have to whine, "Where are we supposed to eat?" because the paints came out after dinner and got put away when mom was finished for the night. The next evening she might have the typewriter out, and I could be found crowding in again, listening to the rat-a-tat-tat, mesmerized by the speed at which she could hit those keys without looking. The next night she would be sewing, teaching me to work the machine, or she'd sit knitting, crocheting or working her latest ceramic project. Never, however, do I remember the stuff overtaking everyday living space for any length of time. Those were different days than these I'm living - to be sure.
How come I got the crafting, painting, creativity gene, but not the "keep it in order and put it all away when you're done" gene? Hmmm? These days things pile up at an alarming rate. (But then I do not recall my mom ransacking the neighbors' trash and dragging home treasure by the carful either. Apparently there is room for a little individuality in our lives despite the legacies handed down.)
So this past weekend, decisions had to be made about the pile on my table without further color and style dilemma. It was time to just pick some things up and finish them off. My family would be so pleased. I could hear their coos now. (Yes, I have a stellar imagination.)
You may remember that I had a run on finding wood mail sorters a while back. I painted the first one raspberry pink, with some coral and white added into the mix. That one went to live with my daughter around Easter.
Bucking the pink trend, the newest sorter started with a coat of white
and then it was topped with an aqua paint treatment so the white letters were highlighted.
It has hooks at the bottom for keys. Fancy. The finish is still a little rough looking. Not sure if I'll live with it or tweak it. I may just call it done. I am trying to finish things, remember.
Now, here's another little gem you may recall. It started life with me as a brown wood version of itself, but it fell under the spell of raspberry pink and coral too.
You see, not only did I have a run on mail sorters, but I also had a run on wood handled trays. Shortly after painting the first one, another came my way, along with a sweet wooden jewelry box shown here, and the tray has been on the table for sometime half painted.
The new handle tray is a good bit bigger than the first one. The two, I decided, needed to be a style pair. Raspberry style mavens.
"Who would want a pair of raspberry pink wood trays?" you might wonder. Well, I happen to find them to be quite a fabulous little accent in a house overwhelmed with blues, greens and aqua. The small one is currently busy holding all sorts of baubles I've picked up, so it was too busy to get in on this shot.
When I found the jewelry box a while back, I was underwhelmed by its wood finish, and being in the "paint everything in sight" mode, I attempted to remake it to look like it had a weathered finish.
A bit too late did it dawn on me that it's original wood was actually quite beautiful and my weathered rendition of it was actually a bit of a travesty. I think I should have left it as is.
Last, but not least, on my "finish it this weekend" tour was the lazy Susan I bought for 50¢, oh, about a month ago or so. Yes, isn't this a great picture of it buried underneath that week's haul? It's actually quite a fine lazy Susan and has a cool sort of cone shaped base. You'll have to take my word for it since I never got a picture of it alone until I was done.
It's solidly made. You don't find 'em like this any more, quite literally, because, well, I painted it too.
But here it is in happier times, right before I waxed it, when it was keeping company with some milk bottles and a milk can that I recently found for next to nothing at a yard sale.
You know what that means, don't you? A clear horizontal surface might as well be a vacuum, and you know how nature feels about that. Perhaps I should set the table and seat everyone for a meal immediately before the piles of treasure begin to multiply again.
Hope you'll stop and visit some of these fun link parties this week: