yin and yang
I’ve got a suhweet new restoration project goin on. It may be the last one of its kind for a while.
The other day I found this watchmaker’s cabinet at my fav-O-rite antiques store.
It really blew my skirt up.
It didn’t, however, blow my husband’s skirt up. (Not that he wears skirts.)
But he did almost blow his top…does that count? 😉
Hear that sound?
Screeeeeeeeeech….that is the sound of the brakes being pulled on my overzealous antiquing. Overzealous? Let’s just say if you put antiquing in gambling terms, I’d be on a heater. 😉
He tweaked. And not the good kind.
Now let me tell you a little something about my better half. He is the sweetest, most patient man on the planet. It’s really hard to get him riled up.
Say there’s this imaginary line waaaaaaaayyyyyy over here. I almost always stay on this side of the line. But sometimes I teeter. Cause teetering is fun. And it keeps things interesting!
Now let me tell you a little something about me. If I were a bag a chocolate chips, I’d be semi-sweet. 😉 And I don’t have a patient bone in my body.
See where this is heading?
He is the yin to my yang.
The Phil to my Claire
The Raymond to my Debra
Bottom line??? No more antiques to show ya for a while.
Unless I find a reallllyyyy good deal. 😉 Kidding.
My plan for the cabinet that broke the camel’s back?
1) Get rid of the tacky-shellacky finish and
2) Replace those “hey, we’re trying to look like antique pulls but we’re not *pulling* it off…”pun intended 🙂 pulls.
Hold onto your skirts…it’s gonna be fab.