Jackson Square Yellow

So I promised a sneak peak:

The table originally was an oak?  table with stickers stuck to the top and the varnish in need of some love... well that started the stripping process ... yuck to say the least... then is was sanding and sanding...

And then that is where I stopped for I want to say almost a year+.... and then a baby and a kitty showed up and my time for projects slightly evaporated...

And then there was the decision on what the hell we were actually going to do with our house.  the living rooms opens right up to the kitchen and would have a direct view of the dinner table... so my table color really was dependent on what we were going to do in the living room.  With the help of Pinterest (you can follow my indecision Here)  I have a plan.

Navy Blue walls in the living room with bold white trim... and a gallery wall above the piano ... and then a Jackson Yellow dinner table that livings in a gray kitchen!

And now on to the referb of the dinning table!

 

My lovely Spackle job... there was a huge gash and then there wasn't!!!   

Primed - many many times to insure no sneaky oil stains can sneak through - and then sanded - and then primed again - and sanded  - and one more time for good measure.

Her legs - this is what caught my eye on Craigslist!!! They are different and I just knew they would look great dressed up in a bold color!  But I am not sure if B trusted me when we first picked it up...

 Another shot - just so you truly understand the awesomeness this table is about to become.  They also got a lot of primer and sanding - I am going to give Karate Kid a run for his money... I got the wax on wax off thing down to a science... Want to sneak up on me bad scary man- I don't think so - I got mad sanding skills you don't want to mess with!!! (Yes I just played this out in my head - and I am planning to sell it as a screen play as we speak).

INTRODUCING JACKSON SQUARE YELLOW (said in the Oprah voice)

I believe this is after probably the 3rd coat of paint - and many many sandings.  I want this sucker smooth and gorgeous!  And yes, that is my Christmas tablecloth... oops.  

And here are the legs once again, told you they would pop.  Bryan is feelin' them now....

And here is Thomas the man cat - checking out the process.  He gave me the headbutt approval (he is a headbutt lover - never quite got the lovable rub thing down - that is what you get with a stray -unique ways to show affection).

Now the next step is polyurethane ... so Google here I come ... I have never done it in my life!!!! And I really really don't want to mess up the hard work I have already done...

Tips? Tricks? Send them my way!

I am Who I am

I have a hard time with comparing myself to others.  Surprise.  I am not as confident as people may think, and I get jealous quite a bit... and the occasional "why her and not me" tend to slip into my mind and sometimes when I have a moment of verbal vomit.

It isn't pretty.  It isn't helpful.  Bah.  That is how I feel about it.

But in all honesty, it is a problem.

I am pretty awesome, in most cases.  I have my moments of true bitchiness - and when I do I am really really good at it.  But I do have awesome parts of me.

So why can't I just accept that... why do I have to take it to that level and throw all my focus on something I can't control?  It takes so much energy, so much work and so much time to worry about it, when I can take that time a focus on what I can control, what I can do, what I can make better...

I am 28 and still need advice like a 5 year old... gah ... and I thought I had matured?!?!?!

So now, coming to this realization... I am going to try and be better, and focus on me, and be happy being who I am.  I don't promise any spectacular turnarounds but even if I can shake off a tiny bit of this ugliness maybe my life will get a little prettier ...

Speaking of prettier....

I have almost finished a project!!! Gasp.  I know.

Could it be?!!?!! (I bet I am freaking you out right now - reading your mind and all)...

YES!!!!  The dinner table aka. kitchen table aka. the project I started almost 2 years ago!!!

It has 3 coats of primer on it covered by two coats of "Jackson Yellow" and is now drying in my disaster of a basement as we speak.  Tomorrow will come another sand down, and probably one more coat of Jackson Yellow ... and we shall see when I get brave enough to polyurethane it so it can last a 3 year old and a 6 month old!!!

Almost done and once done there will be pictures galore!!!  I am so excited.

Bryan wasn't feeling the yellow at first, but he wasn't really feeling any of the pain chips I brought home (i love paint chips like an addict)... but now he is starting to feel it... starting to jive with the color and I almost want to say he is excited for it!!!!

I do believe Jackson Yellow is brightening up my life!

Hope to post some pictures soon! G-night!

The Ghost Returns

So, today has been a really productive day.  Tonight not so much.

Yesterday, I made a trip to Menards to grab some primer ... some more wire and screws to finish Eli's name in his room and obviously some gummy worms - cause that is what Emily always gets when we go and it was just us two and our lovely car/cart contraption that some genius thought that moms would love to drive around with their kids screaming about going the wrong way... and hitting every corner since they are so easily maneuvered....wow that turned into a mini rant...

But back to yesterday... I started to prime the kitchen table that has been mocking me for almost two years!!! YES!!!

So after a few coats of primer and a lot of sanding ... this morning I woke up to a sick husband.  Boo for getting things done around here... but some how I got in some more sanding and one last coat of primer.... and a coat of primer on my cabinet doors that I took down about 6 & 1/2 months ago...

And yes,  I fell into a black hole that sucked all my desire and will to do projects in timely manner away...

So after that, being the loving wife I am, I ran to target to get Sprite, the lovely pink stuff, and contact solution.... and somewhere between entering the door and walking to the bedroom to give my dying husband some much needed loving, I lost his keys.

I normally put them on the hook by the door, or right by the oven,  or on the piano, or on the dresser in the bedroom... there might be a few more spots I normally leave the keys.... but I checked them ALLL.  Bryan checked them all.

We checked the freezer.
We checked Emily's room.
We checked the bathroom.
We checked the basement.
We checked the toy box.
We checked everywhere.

And then I cleaned as well - thinking they would show up.

And then I did the list again.

No dice.

This is where I think my ghost is back.  Yesterday, I heard one of Eli's nose toys go off that is only set of it someone hits it.  No one was near it. (This is my justification that losing the keys was not truly my fault- so just go with  it).  I think the ghost is F'ing with my mind.... and trying to get me into trouble.

Bryan is not buying it.

Not at all.  He is so frustrated with me right now that he took my keys and off-roaded it all over our yard to get past his car that was parked right behind mine. To get dinner from Taco Bell, but really I think he was trying to get away from me and my ghost excuse.


Soooo. As i sit here not looking for the keys anymore and going insane from watching Cat in the Hat for the 15th time today... I am secretly hating my ghost.. cause if I said that out loud who knows if my funny, practical- joke playing ghost will turn into something from Paranormal Activity...

Any suggestions on where said ghost might have put the keys?

Update: That sneaky f'n ghost found it funny to hide the keys in my coat pocket so when I draped it over the end of the bed, the keys would magically fall into Bryan's work boots..... which we would find after many angry eyes, giving up, searching the whole house for the 5th time, giving up yet again, and then finally appearing "magically" after scanning my new Do it Yourself Magazine.

I still blame the ghost.  Bryan does not. But I still got a hug out of it ;) mostly out of relief - not love.