Norman is a cheeky character who likes to push his luck on many levels most of which involve breaking the rules.
We first met last Summer when I had this wonderful French bed in the shop.
Norman LOVED this bed and, since I kept the shop door open in the Summer, he took every opportunity to sneak in and make a bee line for the sumptuous bedding, in particular, the antique French hand croche throw.
Of course I wasn't going to put up with this and the Human v Feline war had began.
The battles went on with neither side surrendering.
One day,however, the winning blow was dealt in the form of a grain sack cushion; the target being Norman's bum.
I looked on as Norman flew out of the shop dragging his bruised pride behind him.
It took nine months but eventually Norman decided to bury the hatchet and came over to forgive me.
Well, thats the version I'd prefer to believe as the truth is probably closer to the fact that his addiction to my shop had the better of him and he just could not help trying the old slipping in trick.
Today the cold war came to an end as I extended the blanket of friendship and Norman kept me company till closing time when upon the strike of 5 he strolled off back to his residence like a prodigal son.
On a different note...
Do you ever have these days when you start getting things done; ticking off your 'TO DO' list and suddenly you realise that a vital part you need to continue your project is buried somewhere in the garage. So,fuelled by the urge to complete the task, you dive into the abyss of collected 'collectables'; things you store in case they come in handy; things that have some kind of emotional hold on you; junk!
|I'm a hoarder, there's no denying it.|
After about 20 minutes of throwing things around and swearing like a trooper I gave up on the hammer but was pleased to stumble across my long lost paint sample pots from The Little Greene Company.
I was so exited. I rushed back inside and, like a woman possessed, I started painting anything that stood still long enough.
One of my first victims was this antique French metal wash stand which I brought in to use as a temporary dressing table.
I could only bring myself to paint the inside of the two little drawers. I love the very distressed original grey paint on the exterior of this stand. It would have some wonderful stories to tell if it could talk, like where has its top gone? It was most likely made of a lovely piece of marble which was damaged at some stage. What a shame.
The marble shelf may be original, I'm not sure, but the ceramic soap dish attached to it is most definitely not.It works well as a jewellery hold though.
My next target was a vintage letter rack. I had already painted and aged it, giving it a lovely, neutral and 'safe' look with Farrow and Ball's Skimming Stone and Hardwick White.
I was on a mission though and after a coat of the newly found turquoise paint, the rack gained a bit of an attitude.
I was a whirl wind, a tornado with a paint brush; I was on a roll and heading for a long forgotten barley twist side table. Its dark stain gave it a sad and heavy appearance and I was about to change it,pronto !!!
Unfortunately, in my painting frenzy, I forgot to take those all important before & after photos. So, what you see below is the end effect of 3 layers of paint; TROPEZ BLUE followed by MISCHIEF both by The Little Greene Company and topped with a coat of COUNTRY CREAM by Annie Sloane.
What do you think? Should I add it to my ever growing stock in the shop? Will there be any interest? I'll let you know.
well, got to go, its my birthday today and my dear friend E has just joined me in the shop bringing lots of goodies and a home made white chocolate and raspberry cake so,you must understand, I have my priorities!
Wishing you all a fabulous weekend flooded with sunshine.