A before and after and more...

July 24, 2011

HEY! Look at me not waiting a month to post again! Since everyone loves before and afters Im going to put it LAST so you have pay attention to all my rantings first. (apparently rantings isn't a word, its red lining) But not really just do as you please with your eyes and your scrolling mechanisms. 

Rob and I went to the last showing of the Bill Cunningham documentary on Friday night. Bill has been the "Fashion on the Street" photographer for a LONG time for the New York Times. He tries to find trends and interesting ideas... and for an 80 something year old he does a perfect job, and he's precious. He lives the most meager life I have ever seen. Maybe a little too meager. The DVD comes out the 13th of September and I think Im going to buy it so one day I can sit down with my kids and have a "mom's favorite films" time and discuss it over milk and cookies... and maybe chewy sprees.

my HEB carries sprees by the pound 
and most of them are RED! Give it up 
Sorry special friends, no red 40 sprees for you.) 

In addition to watching his documentary, you can see his pictures and hear his narration weekly on  fashion section then Fashion on the Street segment.
This week: Blue is in!


OK to the before and after. Rob's aunt gave us a table to re-do like Nov 2010, she is the principal of a preschool and this was an antique childrens' table and chairs. 

I'm super lame and didn't get a before shot of the table, so imagine with me: Layers and layers of white paint, drawn on, banged up, and clumpy. 

Here are the chairs:

step one: paint the seats brown to get ready 
for the stencil (found at michael's on sale for $0.99)!!

sand the clumpyness off the legs:

sand and stain the top that actually had a really neat design under the layers of yuck...

build a new corner, I used Elmers wood filler

 spray paint a section of the legs for a stripe

parts I missed: Blew up lower case ABCs using illustrator and Garamound font, 
printed on cardstock to make a stencil, traced and painted them on the table top


After thoughts: I used a restickable adhesive to adhere the stencil to the chairs
but then it didn't come off so I had to goo-gone every letter :(
If you have a better way to do this let me know! Also I wouldn't have
spray painted the legs and chairs (except the stencil part) because I think
it looks crappier than painting. I spray painted in the interest of time.

The Meager Life

July 12, 2011

Image found here.

Meager: Adj. of something provided or available (lacking in quantity and quality) derived from the Latin word for lean.

Starring out to a  beautiful view this morning I find myself not fixated on the mountains or the lake, golf course or trees, but the man on the riding lawn mower. I am envious of such a meager life. Meagerness is really relative because to many in the community I am surrounded by, my life is VERY meager (with the drop ceiling in the kitchen falling in to prove it.)

Living back in Katy and working where I do, my common observation of women from day to day is: Money. Buy a house in a suburb. Make more Money. Have kids and make sure they go to the right schools. Make money. Go to Panera Bread to meet other moms doing the same things and talk about it. Make more money. Go on trips and meet back at starbucks to talk about it. Make enough money to send the kids to college. Wedding Showers, Weddings, Baby Showers. Make enough money to retire.

Common theme there: Money. Common feeling there: Gross. Do people really want their whole life to revolve around money? I don’t think anyone does want that but then it happens, and it’s a cycle you can’t get out of.  Many of Rob and I’s conversations revolve around where money is coming from and going out to and being put toward. Which is smart in one sense but then we forget to have the conversation: 
“What do you really want to do?” 
And then everything changes.

I am reminded of a song I listened to on repeat because it was my hope for myself, and now more than it did before, it sounds like me singing it. (Its a great tune as well, download it. Actually, the whole album is one of my favorites)

David Mead- Ordinary Life

How did we ever end up here
Stuck in my old hometown
Shuffling our cards at the breakfast table,
Watching the world go 'round
Well baby you look like a princess
Wrapped in my old bathrobe
Torn from a page in a paperback still waiting to unfold
And it's true I've been waiting on an angel in disguise
So could you save me from an ordinary life

Where you can't be a kid in a candy store
Smacking your lips 'cause you still want more
I tried to be good but I'm still so bored tonight
And I just don't care for ordinary life

How do we get back to Kingston
Paris and Tokyo Bay
I've got a card with a number on it itching to pay your way
And it's true we can't quite afford the sparkle in my eye
But would you trade it for an ordinary life

Where you can't be the chick I was cruising for
Shaking your hips on a big dance floor
You tried to be good but you're still so bored tonight
'Cause you just don't care for ordinary life
And it's true I've been waiting on an angel in disguise
But could you save me from an ordinary life

Where you can't be a kid in a candy store
Smacking your lips 'cause you still want more
I tried to be good but I'm still so bored tonight

And I just don't care for ordinary life

The man on the lawnmower knows where his money is going. Knows what he is doing day to day, has a task and finishes it surrounded by mountains and trees and fresh air.  There’s a lot more trust in the Lord in this meagerness as well. 

This is what I really want: To not be so focused on money that I can hear the Lord say do this and go there. To travel and see places and experience the Jesus I know who lives in a cul-de-sac, in other cultures that trust him to provide on a daily basis their next meal because of their meager pay. To have a piece of land where I can grow vegetables and have a couple animals. To have kids that know the lord and who may be surrounded by all the money of their friends parents but do not wish it was theirs.

Rob and I have noticed too there is a much greater sense of community where money does not abound. We know all of our neighbors after living there for 3 weeks and my parents who have lived in their home 17 years, only talk to the next door neighbor when Fedex has to drop off a package to us because they aren't home.

1 Timothy 6: 7-10
7 For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. 8 But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that. 9 Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into many foolish and harmful desires that plunge people into ruin and destruction. 10 For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.

Matthew 19:21-23
 21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” 22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth.23 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly I tell you, it is hard for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of heaven. 24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”

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