I was born in 1976. Some of my siblings last night, on the family page, went wild with history that was going on at their time of birth. It was interesting. I googled my own but got distracted with remembering the 80's and 90's. The parts of living in a little girls mind without the history lesson, that is... Sunday mornings. Tight braids and hair balls. Unbearably tight braids that made my eyes water. I'd go to the mirror to make sure my eyes weren't squinting. Thick cotton socks stuffed inside black shiny buckle shoes. The buckles were often stretched out on the shoes, so that they buckled loosely at best. And the hair balls also had lost their elasticity. The Dress...double knit polyester, green with big purple flowers. Hot and scratchy. Jelly shoes and moon boots. If you know, you know. Tights that hung low in the crotch. No such thing as leggings. Big glasses. Didn't care. Could finally see actual blades of grass and leaves on trees. Barefoot, mowing lawn. Gre...
This won't mean anything to you because for some odd reason I don't have a before picture of what hung above our dining room table. It was a huge picture of roosters and along the side of that was a plate rack with four different kinds of rooster. Too many roosters... Bruce was growing weary of the sight of them.
So... one day last spring I found an old rickety window all flaky with white paint and that beautiful green blue color I'm crazy about peeking through. I had visions of hanging it above the mantle in our living room but I brought it home and it was too big. It sat in the garage for about a year. One day I was having coffee with some friends at my favorite store in town and I saw an old window used in this fashion. {only they hung theirs on the ceiling} Bless their hearts... I thought of this wall and how small the dining room seems. So I was telling Bruce all about it and he liked it too. Therefore, we have a new original wall decor idea... sorta original... And he thinks its bragging to show my ideas to people which is another story all its own because I know what he means yet I don't really feel braggy at all. Just happy to be alive and decorating. Hhmmm... 
I know where I could get a whole bunch of those windows. I've been wondering if they'd be worth digging out. Now I know they would be....Thanks for the idea. I'm going to paint mine barn red.
ReplyDeleteyeah I know, not many people are into paint color called french mustard...
ReplyDeleteheehee! I like your new french mustard wall decor! I have been wondering if you got it up yet. Glad your husband likes it too. But, I did enjoy your rooster-y kitchen too! ~Jenn
ReplyDeleteIt is not bragging at all. If it is worth doing; it is worth showing and telling about. Very nice! I like the color, too.
ReplyDelete...and I could take care of that rooster picture for you! I love the window...i have one that is waiting for glass,some of the panes are missing, I want to put pictures of the kids in mine.
ReplyDeleteHey Sharon, you're welcome to take care of Mr. Rooster... I'm storing him in my closet for now. I like him too much to part with him permantly, but you may borrow him.
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