If you read my Pumpkin Patch post, then you read that on our way back home, we stopped by these little antique shops. There were three of these buildings, with very different shops in each.
Very different shop owners in each as well.
The first shop we went into I bought several items. I’ll show you two of these today. The shop was owned by a sweet, older couple. They had amazing things in their store for AMAZING prices! We will definitely be going back!
The second shop we went into was like a time travel back into the 70’s. I really wish I had taken a picture of the guy who owned this shop. Now that I’m blogging, I need to get into the habit of taking my camera with me everywhere. Just picture an older hippie. You know.. long grey hair, small, circular wire-framed glasses, raspy voice… kind of “out there”.. if you know what I mean? His stuff was WAY over priced.. especially after coming from the place next door!
Cole found a shelf with some old comic books. I let him pick out two. After all, I had drug my poor children here, the least I could do was get them a prize. I think I would have died if my parents had ever taken me to an antique store when I was 11!
So, on with my purchases…
I picked up two little white birds to add to my Fall Mantle I worked on last week.
One white bird….
Two white birds…
Just perfect to complete my Fall mantle.
I also picked up this antique mirror.
Yes, my foot made an appearance.
Don’t look too close. You might be frightened by the lack of nail polish and attention my feet are crying out for.
Gotta love photographing mirrors!
So, I really fretted over this mirror. She’s one of those pieces that is gorgeous as is. My fear with these pieces is that I’ll mess them up trying to change it. Then I’ll be sad. I will cry. It will ruin my day.
I decided to paint her, but to leave her as a mirror even though I REALLY wanted to make her a chalkboard! Just sayin’.
I painted it a pale yellow, distressed it, stained it a dark walnut, and waxed it.
When I was done…
Just as I feared…
I HATED it!!
I wanted to cry.
It ruined my day.
I was sad.
Poor Hubby called just as I was about to cry. I was not in a good mood.
I sent him a picture of what I had done. He didn’t see what was wrong with it.
Then I was frustrated that he could not see how horrible it was. That he couldn’t offer an idea to fix it. That’s when he said, “I told you, I liked it just the way it was.”
Wrong thing to say.
Then I was MAD!
I forgave him… but only after….
…I decided to try to fix it….
So, I sanded. Painted. Sanded. Painted. Sanded some more until my fingers were raw.
Then, it was perfect!
Then, I was happy!
My hubby was forgiven. Mostly because I was right.. she looks better this way! You can see all the details that you couldn’t see before. Those details that blended right in with the dark stain.
I think she turned out beautiful and I’m glad that I didn’t give up.
Wait until you see what other goodies I got at the antique store…