Archive for January of 2009
24 Jan '09-21:53
I'm Too Soft
15 Jan '09-22:39
11 Jan '09-14:02
09 Jan '09-14:21
Before and After Doll Sofa
Before and After Doll Sofa by ~PixieShtick on deviantART
Well, I wasn't going to just spray paint this Barbie pink couch like the last project. Instead I covered it with some cheap fabric remnant and made some cushions for it. Eh, does the before picture look better than the after? Well, I've never been a good photographer. Of course each project takes some time since I get interrupted a lot. It turned out okay. Could of been better, but its okay.
08 Jan '09-11:54
Before and After Table + Chair
Before and After Table + Chair by ~PixieShtick on deviantART
To ease my restlessness I been working giving old thing dug out of the garage a makeover. You'll be seeing fotos of these projects as I finish them. For the most part I want to have before and after pics, because I like looking at before and after pics myself. However, I'm not always good at taking the before pic. I just get so darn excited about getting to work on the darned thing. But ne'er fear, I'm sure the end result will always be far superior.
While I was visiting my parents over Christmas, I asked my mom if I could please have some of our old toys I knew were boxed up in the garage. She said sure. Actually she said a few people have asked her for those toys, but since I was the first one to go in there and dig 'em out I'm the winner. Whoo hoo.
My first finished piece is this lovely table and chair set from a Playschool dollhouse. Before it was the yellowing old pink you see above. I used Krylon Fusion spray paint for plastic to paint it brown. I know what you're thinking - wow, that is pretty amazing. It was my first time using Krylon Fusion and I was much impressed by how easy it was to use. Much quicker than having to prime and vanish the plastic.
06 Jan '09-12:09
I Kick Puppies
Now that I've established that fact,
The Dog Problem:
My dad has a dog. He's been notorious for getting those through out my childhood and it always turns out rotten. For the past decade my dad had this dog. We called him Tuck. He wasn't our first dog, but he's the one I remember the most, of course. Yeah. I didn't like the poor mutt. My dad hoped I would. He wanted me to take the dog out running, for you see, I used to do things like that. Unfortunately the dog had the opposite effect. I would rather not run at all than take that stupid thing with me. Oh, I did for the first little while. I even made sure to go out and spend time training the thing every day. I guess I felt a duty to the creature. I still didn't like it. And neither did anyone else in my family, except my dad. Well, I didn't live at home forever. The dog became sadly neglected. And he became quite wild. He lived in my parents large back yard and completely over took the place. I rather resented that because it made the place completely annoying. Don't go in the back yard, you'll be attacked by a dog starving for attention! Stupid dog. It became a murderous joke between my husband and I. When we'd visit my parents and see the dog running loose in the street we'd say, "lets just run over the darn thing and put it out of its misery." But of course we would never do that because obviously that is very wrong on so many levels. And I'd also say, "If he was ever hit by a car, I'd be sad . . . for about 30 seconds." Seriously, we couldn't wait for that thing to die. Sad but true.
This summer I was having a conversation with my mom. She mentioned a puppy she was taking care of. A puppy? Oh, apparently my parents were puppy sitting for a friend of my dad's. And there was a cute little puppy. I was horrified. But I had comfort in knowing the dog belonged to someone else and would soon be out of my parents house. Or so I thought. Oh, it turns out they've been puppy sitting this dog for weeks. Where's the owner after all this time? Months went by. Why is that dog still around? Suspicious. Gee, my mom tells me it looks like the dog was staying. His name is Chance. I was mortified. Oh, and Tuck is dead. He had a serious an infection and had to be put down. That happened over a month ago. And truly, I was sad . . . for about 30 seconds. But more than that I was furious. There is another foul dog in my dad's back yard. Grrr. Now its time I voice my suspicions. Did my dad really have a friend who he was "puppy sitting" for, or was that just an excuse to get another dog with out actually saying "This is my new dog." I suppose its his dog and his back yard and he can do what he wants and I shouldn't complain, (or call him a liar) but I am irritated and I'm going to say it.
Fortunately mt husband doesn't like dogs either. But Ephraim sure does. He got a ridiculous Dalmatian Sing Along DVD from my aunt and its his new favorite. He calls it "doggie movie" and wants to watch it from sun up to sun down and beyond. He's crazy.