And from project # 6938 to # 6939: On our way home from Washington, we bought this lovely fern stand at a Beckley, West Virginia, antique mall. As you can see, it is painted a most comely shade of brown--yuk! By the style and the weight of it, we're pretty sure it's oak underneath that enamel veneer. Now who in their right mind would cover oak (or any pretty wood, for that matter) with porch paint?! The brown has got to go--it will return to its natural state, oh yes it will! Look for an "after" picture...eventually.
When one lives in a forgotten little village in a forgotten part of a mostly forgotten state in a mostly forgotten part of America, (what many of you would think of as "flyover country"), by necessity "you have to make your own fun." Yep, I say that a lot and, for the most part, I like it that way! I can't say I'm in my early 40's anymore, but I'm hardly middle aged. I occasionally try to be cool; happy most of the time that I am not. I'm married to an eccentric genius who is without peer. I'm mother to one mostly adult daughter and a mother-in-law to a Marine; even though I'm a pretty strident pacifist, I'm pleased about this union. I'm fond of my grand-dogs, Lola & Betty. My little family seems to appreciate my over-developed sense of irony; or maybe they're just humoring me. That's fine, too. My heritage is Danish--that is important. Read on, I'll tell you more about it all...
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