New Wall Decor

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 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...  

Comments

  1. amyjane30April 26, 2012 at 11:50 AM

    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.

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  2. WestwoodsApril 26, 2012 at 1:19 PM

    yeah I know, not many people are into paint color called french mustard...

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  3. AnonymousApril 26, 2012 at 1:27 PM

    heehee! 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

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  4. ArlaApril 27, 2012 at 9:19 AM

    It is not bragging at all. If it is worth doing; it is worth showing and telling about. Very nice! I like the color, too.

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  5. Sharon SkrivsethApril 27, 2012 at 8:00 PM

    ...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.

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  6. WestwoodsApril 30, 2012 at 3:37 PM

    Hey 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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