Showing posts with label bedside table. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bedside table. Show all posts

Thursday, October 11, 2012

The Little Stinker

At first there was just one. But one little stinker always seems to attract others until the whole place reeks of the startling scent of trouble. At least I'm learning to overcome that aspect of gleaning goods from the trash.

The good news is that I tried almost every remedy under the sun for eliminating furniture odor, and the fixes, along with the painting, seem to have finally done the trick. There is hope, for this Little Stinker and all those to come who will find their way to our doorstop in need of a new life.

When I first brought this guy home, he had been a chain smoker, apparently unaccustomed to using a coaster, and he seemed to have mistaken his top for an ashtray.

 Remember him? He had been badly burned and his wood was marred 
with all sorts of frightening sights.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

Glorious Disaster

Their glory may be a bit underwhelming at the moment, and "disaster" may outshine "promise", but that's the nature of this game. I've already cleaned everything up and drug it to the back yard now, so after a short rest of my lower back, the neighbors will be enjoying the sound of my sander at work for a while.

Yes, I have my work cut out for me, as if I didn't already, and I'd be lying if I wasn't a bit concerned about where I was going to put all this stuff. [Yes, girls - my daughters - I know, I know.] But this is what it is. Gotta strike while the garbage pile awaits and the stuff is free. We'll deal with where to put it all later.



The burn and water damage on the top and the scent of stale cigarette smoke came along with this piece. This is the match to the 9 drawer dresser that was standing on its head and which I couldn't get on Monday. Same apartment. They seem to be ditching stuff one piece at a time. I have redone another table top with a similar problem before and I actually like the character it gave the finished result, so we'll see how this comes out and whether or not I can get rid of the cigarette smell.

Best find of the day! 

The guy who put this out with the table and the long piece of wood and a bunch of other stuff I didn't take, also had some little electronic things, like a handheld TV, that were new in the package (from quite a while back), but I just didn't feel like dealing with that. This little lady, however, was another story. 

Well kids, if not for blogging, I might actually get something done on this glorious disaster. So, I hate to show off and run, but if I don't get crackin' and beat the heat and rain, you may never see the final results of any of this stuff.

Plus I may have some "splainin' to do" when Casey wakes up and sees the latest additions to the household. Yes, it's getting a bit crowded in here (although the last two things I redid, she immediately wanted - so maybe she'll cut me some slack). The unfolding of the day will tell that tale.

However, I think I even saw my little hula doll shaking her head at me.

Ah well, I'm shaking my head at  me too.

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

New Beginnings for My Sandlot Rascal

Just in case you happen upon a rascal in your travels, as I recently did, and you want to adopt him but aren't sure about opening up your home to a wayward street dweller, here is a recipe for rehabbing the little guy so he can become useful and responsible, and an asset rather than a liability.

Step One: Pull one rascal, who has been cavorting with the trash on the other side of town, out of the dirt and gently carry him home in the back seat of your car, and clean him up a bit.
Step Two: Find that wine box you haven't decided what to do with yet.

Step Three: Mix a little paint and water, equal parts.

Step Four: Wash the diluted paint over the wine box wood with any old brush you have on hand.

Step Five: Let is sit a sec and then lightly wipe it off, more so where you want certain characteristics to show through.


Step Six: Paint the rascal how ever you dare - I mean what do you have to lose? You weren't all that sure about him anyway... I don't "dare" much, so I went with white for starters to see how that went over (and I was not careful in the least because I knew where he was headed.)


Step Seven: Then go ahead and play at "daring" just for fun by trying out the aqua colors that you already have on hand, painting them on the drawer fronts. When the first one is too bright, try a different color on the other drawer...in the end, leave them both as they are, brightness, variation in color and all, just to give it a try.
Step Eight: Select a couple of old faucets or faucet knobs from the drawer where you stash all that junk you just know you're gonna need for a project one day, and which you've been collecting for just such an occasion, constantly assuring the family you really will absolutely need them some time. (Then smirk that "I told you so" grin when you actually do need and  use them.) (I love that part!)

...careful to select just the right ones...


Step Nine: To rig up a way to make a faucet work as a drawer knob, you might use the 1970-something powdered putty mix you borrowed a while back from your neighbor and haven't returned. (I promise, I'm gonna give it back - sometime - But isn't the can just so retro cool?) 


Don't follow the package directions because that doesn't produce a thick consistency as stated, just do what works. Fill the opening of the faucet with putty and let it harden...

Step Ten: Turn the screws into the putty and pray it holds. It'll kinda have to be just for decoration,I assume, because I don't think the putty will hold with much use, and I'll forget and yank on them, I'm sure. We'll see how my rig job does. If it fails, I'll try some other rig, no doubt.

So yeah, well, that's sorta quirky cute and all, and the knobs go with the watery aqua feel, which matches the old door leaning up against the wall, but it's way too crisp and clean looking. Kinda flat and odd for the great outdoors where I intend for the little guy to earn his keep.

So yesterday I added some plants in those drawers...hey, it looks like the faucet could water the plants for me...and no, I hadn't planted them at this point. Today things have already changed. I'll show you that further down.

Now, grab the the wine box you did a paint wash on and set it on top as a tray...

Mmmm...I could use some lemonade about now.

Or you can take the tray off and use the top as a place to set your garden tools.

The colorful blooms are like garden candy!

So I've dressed the wayward little rascal in shades of aqua and I'm making him hold flowers and serve lemonade and tea and take care of the garden tools. You see, I'm just making sure he is truly rehabilitated. I let him wear the faucets as knobs just so he didn't get resentful, feeling like he was having to do all "girl work". Faucets are plenty manly, that and holding the tools, right?

So far, he's been on very good behavior and he hasn't complained a bit.

This tablecloth or dresser scarf, was made by either my mom, Aunt Vernie or Aunt Marie, most likely in the 50's or 60's. I've had it for many, many years.

I know this is a lot of pictures of my little rascal, but I'm just loving these faucets.



So I had a before and after shot yesterday.

Today, However, I went to Home Depot for more plants.

These delicate little yellow flowers took the place of the colorful variety. These sort of spilled over and out, and having all the same color in the drawers offered consistency that seemed more calming. The yellow, I thought, looked nice with the aqua, and just wait until they fill out!

I bought plastic containers and PLANTED the flowers in them...I told ya I would. So do you see anything very special about the little rascal in the new shots from today?

I was so proud of the little guy that when I found some casters today (50 cents for all four- SCORE), I came home and put them right on him (E.B. - my drill - came out to help and he was on his best behavior. We are getting along so much better now. I'm thrilled, because... well don't tell him, but I really NEED him.) So anyway, I didn't want the little rascal to have to sit in any puddles if it rains, then there these casters were on a table at storage unit sale. Sweet! Now, I'm thinking I will put a little bar or something on the bright white empty side to hang a towel. Then I think this little guy will be a new man!

Enough with the faucets already!


So that's the recipe for rehabbing a rascal found face down in the dirt where he had been carousing with his trashy friends on the other side of town. 

I suggest you give it a try some time. It's quite rewarding to help out an unfortunate little bedside table and give it an opportunity in a new home where he will have boundaries and a fresh outlook as he learns to make something of his life.

 I have not figured out how the little guy will hold up under the weather, but one reason I didn't distress him was because I figure he'll weather enough out here. From his past, I'm guessing he can take it.

Besides, now that he has wheels, at least I can roll him under the awning if the weather gets bad for an extended time and I can take the flowers out if needed too. 

If he doesn't take off on his own, I'll know he's happy here.

So it looks like a happy ending. 


Or rather, it's a new beginning. 

Here's a little Sandlot Rascal much like my own that offers a certain sort of inspiration for Rascal's Rehab - in a number of ways... it also happens to be my favorite movie scene of all time.

"Did you plan that?" 
"Course I did, been plannin' it for years."



I'll be sharing my rehabilitated Rascal at:

Funky Junk's Saturday Nite Special




Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Rehab For a Rascal

I think it's been about two and a half weeks since I met this little fella carousing with some unsavory trash on the other side of town. I could tell he was a good kid at heart, despite the fact that he was out cold, faceplanted in the mud after an all nighter out in the elements. 
He seemed to have a good heart. I knew if I got him through my rehab program for wayward stuff, it was possible he could come out with a new attitude and maybe even a future doing something useful with his currently abandoned and empty life.

The faintly sweet cigar scent that lingers tells me he's been naughty - probably trying to impress a big dresser or a highboy, but that's behind him now. I won't hold it against him. He's got potential. Tomorrow will be a new day for the little rug rat. I have high hopes for him and all that the future - and his drawers - might hold.

The week after my protogé came home with me to live in the growing pile in the Florida room, I found this wine box at a yard sale for 75 cents.

Then, last week I bought some soil because I wanted to make a planter for my roses and figured I'd like to have it on hand just in case I actually ever get around to it.  It's still lying there in my trunk. Typical. 

Plus these little beauties would really like a new home planted in dirt somewhere. They are probably wishing they'd gone home with someone who would have actually taken the time to nurture their blossoming young lives. Well, at least I haven't killed 'em yet.
Yes, they are waiting so patiently in the basket of the bike I snagged during a junking journey some time ago, and don't they class up the place in their shades of pink? I think they are actually quite happy there despite me.

My patio is in dire need of some attention, some style... some something. So tomorrow morning the troubled end table will get some paint that might help it weather the great outdoors, out there where it could be useful, along with the wine box. 

We'll see how that goes. Right? Because once I decided that, I realized it could also work in my living room that has sort of gone coastal. I might like to have a mismatched end table style for a while, who knows? So now I have a dilemma. Will it be an indoor or an outdoor life for this little fella. Oh boy...

I tend to play it safe, after all I'm up to my eyeballs in salvaged junk that I need to remove from the back room, so I really don't have endless hours to paint and then paint again if I don't like it. I need to just give it some white or whatever and call it done. Nothin' fancy, especially if it stays outside. Then again, turquoise and shades of green always weather so well in the hot Florida sun and the afternoon showers. It'll more than likely end up whatever color is left on hand.


Hang on little dears...soil is coming!

There is something to be said for collecting as you go and as you snag what you find and then holding it until such a time as a plan comes together.

Yes, it's good to have some things on stand-by for future greatness. I must, however, remember thisfuture greatness can mean present problems, especially if we're discussing rogue elements that find their way into the back seat of the car and on into the growing pile inside the house, things from all over town and from every walk of life. This "collection" has been known to cause undo sighing. I hope to remedy that.

So, tomorrow morning it's on! Some things will be relocated out of my indoor pile (yahooie!) and rehab for a rascal will be underway.  

Check back and see what becomes of my little bad boy! It will be a surprise...even to me. Humble steps forward, likely, but new beginnings all the same.

...perhaps he will be a rascal no more.



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