Tuesday, November 10, 2015

String Art DIY

Over the toilet at a friends house is a string art picture of a deer I absolutely love.

It's a little bit funky, a little bit strange - considering it's location, hanging above a potty - and totally fun. I thought about buying the same one she had (a Target special, natch), but decided that, like most other things...I could make that.

But a deer, while fun and apropos (the Hubs is a hunter), wasn't exactly what I was envisioning. What picture did I value most? What idea or image meant the most to me - to us as a family?

Then it hit me.

Hmmm..what could I do with this??

I began with a wood plaque piece I had rescued from a garage sale for $1. At the time, I had no idea what I would do with it, just that I needed it. Six months later, I was finally putting it to use.

I was able to print a 12x12 image of my desired picture.  Can you guess what it is?

Drumroll......

I couldn't get the pic to turn but it's pretty recognizable, right?!

That's right. My Arizona home is decorated with my love of Texas. This among others.

I grabbed about 600 nails and started hammering them in around the image. Okay, okay, so it was really only 200+ nails, but it felt like a million. I winged it, hammering oh, about every 1/2 of an inch or so, and oh, maybe 1/2 inch into the wood. I wasn't really worried about getting it perfect.

You can take the girl out of Texas....


**Next time, I will use fewer nails, with a bigger space between them. Adds a little more depth to the piece.

After the hammering was completed, I grabbed some thick red string and wound it around the heart I had placed in the city that still owns mine.

Ah, Lubbock. 


Lubbock, Texas, in the panhandle of West Texas. The place that Mac Davis sang is happiness in your rear view mirror, but to me will always be the place I found my husband and my future. It's a good ol' town filled with good ol' people.


After the heart, I grabbed a deep blue string and began wrapping around the rest of the nails. There wasn't a pattern to this except that there was no pattern. I wanted to make sure each nail was wrapped at least once, and hopefully twice, but in no particular order.


Home sweet home. 
It sits on my fireplace, a reminder of my roots.


Sunday, November 8, 2015

A Pallet Sign

Remember all those pallets we had lying around that we didn't use for the Man Cave Wall?  I finally had The Hubs take two of them apart so I could use the boards for projects. Because I didn't have enough projects already half finished......

I decided to start with a pallet sign for Bjorn's room. For years, I have wanted a sign in his room with a particular quote, and since I knew I could make one, I had put off buying it.

Time to git 'er done.

I started with three pallet wood strips. I sanded them down by hand, trying to preserve their wood look, but still taking out all the splinters and roughness. I had to hammer down a few nails, too.

Then I grabbed my ever-faithful chalk paint (to see my first try with chalk paint, go here), this time in primitive gray, and mixed it 1:1 ratio with water. I was hoping for a whitewash finish, to see some of the wood underneath. I will have to tweak the formula a little, for it was still a little too thick for my taste. It was less a whitewashing and more of an all-out painting.

Americana Decor chalk paint. From Home Depot, I think?

I struggled as to how I would put the writing on the piece. Should I have a friend print it on her vinyl printer? Should I hand paint and wing it? I finally decided to print off the quote on my cheap-o printer for tracing. I chose a random font and text size (Times New Roman, 150 font size) and printed away.

Pretty high-tech, eh?!

Once the paint was dry (Which, seriously, took less than an hour - I LOVE chalk paint!), I taped it to the wood. I had to move it around a bit to get the spacing and centering right, and I could have used a ruler, but I don't mind imperfection. Then I took something sharp to etch the letters into the wood. I started with a pencil, but that broke from how hard I needed to press down.. I finally settled on an unclicked ballpoint pen, which worked great. With a faint outline able to be seen on the wood, I was ready to paint.



The hardest part of painting the letters was getting the paint into the nooks and crannies of the wood. It's not a smooth surface, and it took sometimes three coats of tracing in order to get all the niches filled in. But I'm very happy with my first try.

The first of three small pieces to secure along the back

Next, I cut down another piece of pallet piece into smaller pieces to attach to the back of the sign. This allows all three pieces to stay together, and gives me something to hang a wall mount onto. The most important part of this step is to find a nail that is LONG ENOUGH to go through both pieces of wood but not TOO LONG that it comes out on the front side of the sign. It needs to be secure without marring the look.

Strong words. 


When my Hubs gets home, he will hang it in Bjorn's room (And I'll add an updated wall picture then.) I am not allowed to hang things anymore. Something about when we moved the last time and he found the six silver dollar sized holes I had conveniently hidden behind our wall shelves. In my defense, it's hard to hit the exact spot right every time. Or every six times.

Oh, yes. We rock a lava lamp.

While the quote comes from A.A. Milne's Winnie the Pooh series, so it can be considered babyish to some, I find it applicable for a 6 year old.  Even at six, in the first grade, he struggles with peer pressure, and with academic pressure. He is caught between a little boy and a big kid. This is a reminder to him each day that he is so much more than he thinks he is, that he can do and be something bigger. It says that I believe in him. I believe in his ability to do great things and be a great person.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Every cloud has a silver lining

I promised the kidlets when we moved that they would be able to pick the colors to paint their new rooms.

I lied.

Peanut chose bubblegum, baby girl, pretty pretty PINK. Bjorn chose red.

Um...no.

I casually steered them towards other colors, all the time making them think it was their idea. (Parenting win!)  After promising Peanut that we could have PINK PINK PINK all over her room (just not on the walls), she chose a pretty lilac.

I was hoping it would be purpler, but at least the girl is happy and it's not PINK!

 I had to promise Bjorn he could paint his side table red (!!!!) before he settled for a sky blue. Because he also now wants clouds.

Note to self: Old sheets triple-folded are not thick enough to be used as drop cloths.


I tried to tell him that Mommy was no artist, and clouds on the wall, while they look easy, were more than mere circles, and had the potential to be the biggest Pinterest failure of 2015. He was insistent on clouds. Then my amazing aunt sent me a link for creative DIY rooms and I hit the jackpot.

I can make him clouds that actually hang from the ceiling.

It looked easy, so I ordered the supplies from Amazon (love me some Prime!!) and the boy and I got to work.

Yup, he helped. Because it is that easy.

10 white paper lanterns (I believe they are 8") for $8, a baggie of stuffing for $5 (at first I ordered quilting batting, but that is totally wrong. You need the stuffing that goes inside teddy bears and such.) and Elmer's Glue (hot glue would have worked better, but then the boy couldn't have helped).

$13 for clouds. A steal.


Technology confounds me. I can't turn this picture. Just tilt your head. 
 
I put together the lanterns, and Bjorn drizzled glue all over the outside, section by section.



He grabbed big wads of cotton batting and stuffed it onto the lantern.


Then repeat from the next section. Turn, repeat. Turn, repeat. All the way around. Let dry and hang from the ceiling with a thumbtack and some string. Voila. Clouds.

He wants the clouds to be shapes. Like the ones in the sky. "Look, Mom! An elephant tap-dancing!"
 

I have three more clouds and I'm pretty sure he will want them over his bed. Except we are putting in a ceiling fan next week, so......

Not to be left out, I picked up a little something at a local resale site for the girl, too.

She asked for either butterflies or Rapunzel princesses on the clouds. Whichever, I smell a craft day soon!

 By far, this was the easiest DIY we have done since we moved into this house. It also makes Bjorn happy, so it is a complete win in my opinion!






Friday, February 13, 2015

How a Few Walnuts Saved my Marriage

In my defense, I've never had real wood floors. Laminate, yes. But real wood? I had no idea how soft they were.



See that shoe there? It's not there because I couldn't take it another 6 inches to the shoe basket. Unlike some people who shall remain nameless, I can take my items an extra 1/2 foot to get them to the right spot.

That's another story.

Do you want to see what's under the shoe?

I know you do.

Yes. This.

Oops. Big oops.

We had been in the house exactly 2 days when I tried to move the furniture by myself. Our heavy, long, 7 drawer dresser that still had all the filled drawers in it. I had no idea it was so heavy, and absolutely no frickin' clue that hard wood floors were so insanely soft. I have moved my furniture dozens of times in our past home, with its laminate floors!

2 days. Can you imagine my husband's face if I told him I put a big long scratch in our floor after only 2 days in?!

So to save my marriage and my husband's sanity, my shoe has not moved from that spot in 2 weeks. Until today.

(And of course he didn't notice!)

I had read somewhere - I bet you can guess where; it starts with a P and rhymes with Hinterest - that walnuts could be used to restore wood coloring on old furniture, and, yes, on wood floors. When they showed up on sale at Sprouts, I threw a few in a baggie and $.38 later walked out with the equivalent of a marriage life vest.

 
 


At home, I took those walnuts, got down on my hands and knees and found......

that it worked.



It worked!



See, the scratch is still there. There is nothing I can do about it except pray that we keep our furniture in the exact same spot our entire time in this house. Nothing can take it back. But the walnut did make it so much less noticeable. It is not glaringly obvious when you walk into the room that THERE IS A SCRATCH ON THE FLOOR. Now you must look for it.

And he is none the wiser. Unless he reads this blog.....

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Happy Halloween!

Of all the things I strive to be, a Pinterest Mom is one of them. I yearn to have a pretty mantle, a decorative gallery of pictures and wall paint that doesn't look remotely like "tan". I want to blog, takes daily pictures of activities, and those crafts that don't turn out quite as well as expected - I want them to come out much much better.

But I am a Wannabe. Oddly enough,  I'm content here, too. (After all, they know me here.)

See, I pin and search and look and ooh and aaahh, but then I also go out and DO.

It rarely turns out as I hope. It rarely turns out better. It usually turns out like a 3rd graders art project.

And my kids love it.

(There's also rarely any expectations for me. Not like my friend, the baker. She makes ah-mazing homemade muffins and breads to bring to the park. The expectations are set high for her. My Little Debbies snack cake contribution to the play date wouldn't feel right coming from her. It's par for the course for me. I set the bar low.)

Last year for Halloween, I "pinned" a Frankenstein door decor. I had no idea how I would do it, after mentioning it to my boy, it had to happen. You know how that is.. After much searching, I finally found a green trash bag and some poster board. For better or for worse, his door was set.

He left it up until Christmas. (Which is when I let them choose a roll of wrapping paper from the store to "wrap" their door in. Probably the only reason he allowed me to take down Frankie.)

This year he asked to do it again, but I couldn't find the green trash bag.

I found something so much better.

Green bulletin board paper from JoAnns. (Sold in a roll for $7.99. I got almost two doors worth out of one roll. On a side note - did you know that Joann's accepts mobile coupons from other retailers? I had a 50% off one item coupon from JoAnn's and a 50% off one item coupon from Michaels, and I used both on the same transaction. Like a BOGO deal! Fab, right?!)

So not only did he get Frankie again this year, but his sister received a slightly less scary monster - Mike Wisowsky from Monsters Inc. (Which she then made me remove after one night because "the door paper is too loud, Mommy". My little Princess and the Pea.)




It's not perfect. Not by a long shot. But Bjorn loves it.

He came home from school the day I prepped everything for his door (because of course I let them hang it up themselves, that's half the fun!) and saw the mess I made of the kitchen cutting and gluing.

"Well, someone sure had fun making a big mess, didn't they?" he said, knowingly.

He's FIVE, people. Do normal five year olds say things like that?!

But he knows I like to make things. I like to craft. He loves it too. Most days he asks me if he can paint, or cut, or glue or create. Last week he searched the house looking for the perfect box to turn into a puppet theater, and he couldn't start the show until it was cut and glued and colored to perfection. Like mother, like son.

Happy halloween!!!



Sunday, June 29, 2014

On a Silver Platter

For Christmas or Mother's Day or Housewarming or something, my awesome Brother-In-Law bought my MIL a cheese tray. A beautiful cheese tray with a chalkboard top, so whenever we have those aperitifs of stinky cheese and crackers that we love, we can know exactly what kind of stinky cheese it is that we are eating.

I loved it.

And I immediately thought, "I could make that!"

So when I saw a $1 "silver" platter at a garage sale recently - with scalloped edges and a simple, flowery design in the middle - I knew at once that it was perfect for a tester tray. I didn't want to spend $20+ at an antique store for a tray that may turn out horribly wrong, so $1 for a nice looking, probably aluminum - but could pass for silver to the inexperienced eye like mine -  platter was perfect.

My $1 "Silver" platter find!




I already had the chalkboard paint from a previous project, and some cheap foam paintbrushes from kiddie crafts. They would do the trick.



After thoroughly washing and drying it, I began outlining the scalloped edge with my paintbrush and chalkboard paint. I wasn't concerned with doing a good job covering completely, as long as my edging was even. I figured I could even everything else out in the end.

The Hubs asked if it was "self-leveling" paint. Guess it looked a little uneven!
After coating it with one very uneven coat, I waited for it to dry. About 1/2 an hour.

I then painted another coat of paint, waited, then another, waited and then another. Total, I painted 4 coats of paint.



By the time the fourth coat of paint had dried, I was ready to draw a little note and set up my new platter.



I love how it turned out! It has a natural scalloped edging, which made the platter a little girly and old-fashioned looking, and gave me a very easy outline to work with.


Right now it is set up on our buffet, marking the spot in our Wine A to Z challenge*. When we have our next cheese and cracker night, it will be very simple to wipe it off and label our cheeses!

I love using chalkboard paint, and I have found that a little goes a very low way. What's your favorite thing to do with chalkboard paint?


*Our Wine A to Z challenge is our challenge to ourselves to be a little more exploratory in our wine selection, to step out of the comfort zone of Pinot Noir, in the brand offered at Costco. Last October, on our anniversary, we began with an "A" wine (Apothic, then Blackstone, etc) - the name on the label, not the type (Merlot, etc). I gave up alcohol for Lent this year, so that slowed us down a little, but as you can tell from the sign, we are currently on "T". The "A to Z" wine shown on the right will be the last one we drink in this challenge (following our "Z"), and then its onto our next challenge......Beers from A to Z!

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Annie Sloan Chalk Paint: An eye-opening experience

First off, I want to remind everyone when you are using painting materials of any kind, that if you get paint in your eye - or even if you think you might have maybe rubbed a little bit of paint in your eye (or, say, Annie Sloan dark wax) - immediately flush it out. DO NOT think that since your eye didn't hurt immediately, that you are fine, and then wake up the next morning with your eye swollen shut and call in sick to work so you can go to the optometrist so he can tell you you have a slight chemical irritation but not, as you were imagining, a chemical burn, thank God.

I'm just saying. Flush that stuff out.

Sooo....where was I?

Oh, yes. My first Annie Sloan Chalk Paint experience.

I chose a tiered shelf that has been in my kitchen since college. My mom gave it to me when they moved from Texas, and she said that she thought it might have probably was made by my grandpa (her Dad). It was definitely handmade by someone - and beautifully - so I choose to think that it was by Grandpa. For all purposes, and for the sake of argument, it was.


 But it never really was my sort of thing. I kept it because, well, it was Grandpa's. You don't just toss family pieces into a garage sale. You have to find a way to take these old pieces and turn them into yours.

I knew I wanted to keep Grandpa's shelf, and I knew I wanted to use the insanely expensive Annie Sloan paint. I was not going to waste $13 on 4 oz of paint for furniture I didn't want to keep forever. I wanted to turn Grandpa's shelf into one I adored looking at, day after day.

I prepped the shelf with a thorough cleaning, top to bottom. Years of neglect came off, and it shone nicked and scratched and ready in the sunlight.

Which might have been my first mistake.

This paint dried immediately. Like, as I was brushing it on, it was already dry.

I had heard it was fast-drying, but I expected to be able to start the second stroke before the first one was finished. That's seriously how quick it dried.

I'm not sure if it was because I wasn't using enough paint, or if it was because I live in Phoenix, where there is absolutely no breeze or humidity whatsoever, and I was in the sun. But my multi-tasking idea to combine a suntan with a paint job was not my best one.

I moved into the shade, and began painting again.

It dried a little slower, but still quicker than I expected. I piled on the paint, trying to cover it before it dried again. It was a race between me and the paint. And in painting as in real life, I have the tendency to lay it on a little thick. The top layer looks great, but feels much thicker than the others.

After the first level, I decided to not worry so much about creating a completely covered first layer, as I was going to "distress" it later. I could cover with a second layer later.





Besides, I had this little teeny tiny container of paint, and I was worried about how much I was using. I had heard Annie Sloan chalk paint covered well, and very little was needed. I may be an optimist, but when a tub of paint costs you $13, I definitely see it as half empty.

Even though the paint seemed dry enough to try a second coat immediately, I decided to give it the recommended 20 minutes, and I headed inside to watch few more "How to Paint" videos.

I came back armed with some useful advice. With my second coat, I would dip the paintbrush in my hard hat full of water (because I was just thatlazy to go inside and get a cup), then dip the brush into my paint. And it covered like magic.

Magic, I tell you.

The next time I paint with Annie Sloan chalk paint, I will be using the water trick from the start (maaaaybe not from my kids dress up construction hat, though). The paint went on smooth and easily. It took more than a few seconds to dry, so I had time to brush through my amateur brush strokes and globs before they were immortailzed forever.

I was a little worried that the paint would be thinner, or a slightly different color. Not at all. I used barely any water. I thought of myself as Jessica Simpson in the old Proactiv commercial. "Just a dab will do ya."  I didn't pour any water into the paint, but carefully controlled how little I wet the brush each time.



I was incredibly happy with the end painting result. And with how much paint was left; I still had almost 1/2 this teeny container left and I was finished painting!



But I still wasn't done with the shelf.

A friend had asked me what I wanted from this project, and I told her "I don't want it to be distressed, necessarily, but I don't want it to be matte-picture perfect, either."

Enter: Annie Sloan dark wax.

(This is where I have to give credit to The Hubs. I wanted a nice, clear wax and he steered me toward the dark wax, which would give it a more complex, darker look. This is also where I shout out to Green Table Gifts in Tempe, AZ, who, instead of making a sale on this uber pricey wax, stopped me from buying the Clear Wax as a base, and then spent 10 minutes talking me through using the Dark Wax only, contrary to what the AS website says. Check out her store if you're in the Phoenix area. I will be!)

The woman at Green Table Gifts told me NOT to wax in circles, as is our tendency. (Wax on, wax off, anyone?!)  Wax in straight, unbroken lines, and then come back to rub off that wax with a dry, clean white cloth. I used an old white shirt and white socks of The Hubs'. (What? Like I was going to use my own? No way.)



This took the longest time. It was a learning experience, and I started on the back, figuring out how it worked before I ventured to the front.

Again, think Jess Simpson in Proactiv - less than a little dab will do you. The paint sucks up all the wax you put, so you can make it as dark or as subtle as you like. I chose a more subtle look, but it is still dark in places. Which I like, as it fits with the slightly-distressed-but-not-really look I was hoping for.

I dabbed the tiniest bit on the old sock, swiped across in a straight line, in sections about a foot or so long, and then came back with a piece of the white shirt to rub the wax off again. Seems silly to put it on just to wipe it off, but the after-effect is perfect. My only problem at first was using the entire t-shirt. I learned quickly that I needed smaller pieces to work with, so I cut it up.

See the difference with the dark wax and no wax at all? It's like a totally different paint!


Longer places, such as the top of the shelves, tended to look a little uneven, and while I like that look, my next project is a sideboard given to me by someone I consider a surrogate Grandma. It has one long top, so the wax has to look a little more even. I will be taking a How To class on Annie Sloan paint and wax before venturing to that piece.
I also used a small paintbrush to fill in places my large brush missed - like the tight corners shown above.

I began at 1:17 pm. I ended at 3:32. From start to finish, including breaks and rests and picture taking, my project took a little over 2 hours.

I brought that shelf in my house an hour after,that less than 3 hours from the start of the project, de-cluttered a little and it was ready for use. That, in my mind, is a good enough reason to buy Annie Sloan chalk paint. I was able to complete an entire project in an afternoon after work while my kids were in daycare. I didn't put the shelf in the garage to dry for a few days, and then forget about it until I had more time.  It was done, and back in its place in my kitchen, in less time than it takes to smoke a brisket.

Totally worth it.




And I love it.
I made the "O" too. Uber easy. 

I love the color. I love the style. I love the way it brightens up an oft seen corner of our kitchen.  But most of all, I love that it feels like even though Grandpa has been gone for many years, it is almost like we made this shelf together. A real family piece. I love it.