silly boy...sometimes i think he doesn't know me at all.
over the last year he has told me a dozen times that he was never going to be able to fix it.
we weren't going to use it in the house.
there was just no way.
well here's the thing ladies and gents.
where there is a will there is always a way.
we just redid our bathroom.
i dragged this out of the barn and again
was asked, 'what the hell?'
well this is the hell...i'm using this for the
cabinet in the bathroom.
big d-'no way...it won't work.'
me-'oh yes it will.'
big d-'no it won't.'
me-'you're gonna fix it for me.'
big d-'there's no way.'
you get the point. this went on for awhile.
then after a few tears and me telling him he was
amazing and could fix anything...
why didn't he just have some
confidence in his abilities...
in other words, manipulation.
he dug in and rose to the occasion.
and then i got to say,
'see i told you it would be awesome.'
and, of course, he had to agree.
at first we were going to use this amazing
old sink we have but decided to keep it for the cabin.
so then we had the conundrum of what to use.
here's something you should know about us...
we always try and do something unique and cheap.
cheap being the key word.
so this is what we came up with.
now i know this isn't everyone's cup o' tea
but it works just right for us.
i like the sound the water makes on the tin.
plus it goes with the metal around the tub...
pictures to come soon.
and we got the faucet for a
screamin deal at home depot.
so here is a picture of little beauty all restored.
this hardware...it made me swoon a little.
yes, i swoon over hardware.
admit it, that handle makes you swoon a little, doesn't it?
ok maybe it doesn't...but it is down right pretty.
i don't care what you say.
so what is the moral of the story?
don't be afraid of treasures buried in shit.
they may just turn out to be beauties!
don't worry...this thing has been scrubbed with bleach, coated with two coats of primer and three coats of oil based paint then covered with poly. i may not blink at eye about diggin around for a treasure but it definately has to be clean and sanitized well before it comes inside. i know my sister and mom were both thinking to themselves...i will never be usin that bathroom! ;D but you have to know that big d is as ocd as they come!
so i think we have recovered fully.
it took awhile!
i still have product in my living room that needs to find a home....urgh.
i was so excited with how it all turned out...we had twice as many people as last year and the vendors were awesome!
it can only get better from here, right?
if you want to see some pictures then skip on over to the farm blog.
i have some more that i want to post here but the man just got home from fishin and i need to go chat with him a bit about how his day went.
All items that are made by hand have a special mystique about them. They represent to us a bond with their maker, known or unknown. It gives us respect, if not love, for the effort that was put forth. Whenever we make something with our hands, no matter how refined or crude, we give of ourselves.