Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The Queen

"Hey Kim, we have a dresser we would like to have painted, want to take a look at it?"  Don't mind if I do... and when I did... yep, I fell in love with this beauty.





This piece commanded respect.  She became known in my house as The Queen as soon as she arrived. Beautiful lines, gorgeous hardware but really needing a new outfit.  After consulting colors with my DC  (Dear Client), I decided to make my own chalk paints using Sherwin Williams 6450 Easy Green as my base and SW6448 Greening as my top coat.  SW Duration Home Semi gloss made a great chalk paint ingredient for me and mixed really well.  




 I need to ask my DC  what she uses in her drawers because they smelled fabulous! 
 I will pass on her secret as soon as I get it!




This is The Queen after her top coat before her distressing.  Chalk paint dries very quickly and allows for quick layers.   Distressing was so much fun with this piece.  DC had gotten her at an estate sale, so I don't know her history, but I made a pretty fun one up while I was distressing her, imagining where she would have been scraped and nicked.   Here is the Queen after her distressing...


And here is the beauty after her clear wax and her hardware was cleaned and replaced. 
All Hail the Queen!


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

My Dad the Coach


It's been 20 years on March 14 that my Dad passed away.   And even though I always feel sad on this "anniversary", it really doesn't have to be.  It is a wonderful reminder to celebrate the wonderful man, the hero, that he was - and still is. My memories are of a man who taught me ethics, morals, and the value of doing the right thing, even when no one is looking.  Right is right.  Period.  He always had a Bible, the current baseball rule book, and the latest Billy Graham book on "his" end table.  And a can of peanuts.  He believed that the Bible and the rule book were books to be read cover to cover, NOT just to be used as a reference.  Too many people make that mistake.

My favorite memories are our nightly walks, and him patiently watching me show him the same trick on the jungle gym over and over.  We had a half basketball court in our backyard and we spent hours and hours shooting baskets, playing one on one, HORSE and Around the World.  And he was my biggest fan.  He cheered the loudest when I made my first foul in basketball and had me in catcher's gear as soon as I could walk.  He uncomfortably sat at my gymnastics recitals and skating competitions (this was definitely out of his comfort zone) and filmed my half time shows from high school when I was Majorette and Feature Twirler.

But my best memories were of him on the baseball field.  Sharing his life, knowledge and passion with hundreds of boys.  Boys that now as grown men wonder what Coach would do when faced with trials. These boys called my Dad to get them out of jail (you could do that then), to talk about their parents, girlfriends, and how to improve their curve ball. I remember the pain he went through when it came time to make "cuts".  With his winning record, you might not realize that he hated All Stars.  He couldn't stand to separate the good players from the better players.  Once you became one of my Dad's players, he worked with you until you met your potential.  He once had a  legion player that wanted to improve his hitting, so my Dad left for work at 5am everyday so he could get his shift in and meet this boy before practice for an entire season just to give him extra batting practice.  He dedicated himself to these players.  And they dedicated themselves to him.  The best investment you can make is in our youth.  And this is what he did.  And I got to go along for the ride working with him every season, being batgirl and eventually "graduating" to scorekeeper.  Baseball was our family's focus, and I cherish every play, inning, and game.



He was many things to many people.  But I was his only little girl.  And I pray that I do him justice by passing on his legacy to my kids.  My kids who remind me of him everyday.  My daughter who loves the game every bit as much as he did and dedicates herself the same way he did.  Watching my son's love and intensity for the game develop...His players called him "two-O", I became "baby two-O" and my kids proudly wear 20 on their jerzies.  Legacy.  His legacy of not just being a well known Baseball Coach, but a man who invested in others.  And taught right from wrong.  And loved his wife and family.  A hero in my eyes.

My favorite quote?  "PLAY BALL!"  Love to hear this.  Every time.
Whatever your "game" is, don't forget to share it with your kids.  You won't regret it.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Changing table REHAB

So for those of you that aren't aware, I have a very special Father In Law who loves treasure hunting!  The man has a good eye and loves to supply me with all sorts of goodies to paint! But this... baby changing table?  Yes, it is in great shape... but... well I need to think about this.  So this changing table that someone threw out in their garbage sat with me in my studio for a couple of weeks and then it hit me...











Sorry for the stock photo, but when inspiration hit I didn't stop for a picture... First the security rails on top came down, some castors I had went on the bottom... and yes I was very proud of attaching those by myself.  Of course it took half of an evening for me but they are on pretty securely!
A couple of layers of paint, some adorable Coastal Star(fish)s painted on, some light distressing...





 And we have a rolling server!  Or if you are creative like my client...



A Coastal organizer!  Her little precious can easily tote around her toys in style!  Another item saved from the landfill and enjoying a second life!  Love it!