Antique Booth I

Due to a fondness for vintage and antiques I have set up three booths at the Antique Gallery in Spring. They each have a different decor to appeal to a variety of customer interests and styles. The first one I will introduce you to is the closest to my taste.

The back wall almost drove me to picking another space. I had been doing this for years and always repainted the walls. Mostly, to clean the space and a bit of feng shiu. The wall was well done for the time and that time had definitely passed. It neither looked good or vintage. The wall was ickey. It had a drywall putty texture of brick. I liked the cream and brick but the odd shade of yellow-green. Not pretty.

I decided a glaze of Ralph Lauren would make it better. Yeah, right! After two coats it was not even noticeable. The next course of action was to paint it. I went a purchased a can of R.L. River Rock paint. A brickish, brown tone. I love their colours. Natural with sand for texture. I had a bit of left over barn red from a home project. Then the fun began.

While painting and adding the red in to give it a more brick apearance, I noticed that the paint was not taking where there was putty.....Oh, rats! It is a form of plastic....I literally pounded and muscled paint on to the wall. the green is still there but looked more like moss or lichen. I could have done several booths in the time it took to work this back wall and two short bits on each side.

After I recovered from the paint job, I felt it was lovely. Being complimented on the look was a plus. After friends and customers say the like the booth very much. I do believe it is the paint on the walls that sets the mood.

How I Got Kicked Off the Elevator at the Symphony

During the Christmas holidays our nephew mentioned he would like to go to the symphony. My dear father-in-law ordered the tickets and took all of us. It isn't often we get together. Part of the family lives in Thailand. We were happy to be together. The music was heavenly. During the intermission we met old friends having a good time all around.

It was time to return to the parking garage. We took the elevator...I had some gorgeous mules on but they are the sitting, standing kind. Stunning....not for real walking. Our men folk do not really get the dressy shoe thing. They are not made to walk fast or act as though we are hiking. The elevator dings and it was a free for all. Dignified people turned into a pack of heathens, cutting in line, shoving and pushing .........civilization crumbled! I was last on the elevator.

My back to the door facing my husband taking in the view....an alarm goes off. I wait to see what it is all about. Men are saying "You have to get off"....uh, why me???  Such gentlemen....to tell me to get off. The elevator was over weight. So we get off. Slightly miffed, I have thoughts of a book I read called Lord of the Flies. I am first!

Deep in my own thoughts of how rude the men were... I looked up. Every person in the foyer was looking at me.....a complete audience. Time for a stand up comedy routine. Think fast......."Yes, it was me but actually it was my purse that set off the alarm!!" It was a hit. Smiles all around. Forgetting, I was the two ton tilly (i am average, thank you kindly) that would have been the cause of the elevator to pummel two floors to our deaths.

The Squirrel Incident

It was shortly after five p.m. Bartley had eaten his dinner of special bits and dry kernels. My husband burst in the front door after work. Bartley always runs to play and greet him. They play and go out to the backyard. I had mentioned it was time to go out with him or let him out.

Please note: Bartley shoves and has to be the first one out. There he goes...sniffing the beautiful green rye grass. THEN it happened with the husband standing in plain sight. A squirrel (the big guy) ran up to the dog and bonked him on the nose with his nose. The audacity! The unabashed hit and run. Poor Bartley...too stunned to respond.

 He is the tough one. The squirrel chaser...I should say squirrels. They have their own subdivisions in the trees and are very well fed. Corn fed by our neighbors. The Stinky Boy spent his time out guarding and being alert for those bold beasties. None dared him today and his wicked hunting ego has been restored. That back yard and all the possessions are His.

This table should fix it. A safe spot from the evil beast of a squirrel. I know this is my yard....yes...mine, mine, all mine. This is my yard. My yard...ZZzzzzzz!