Happy Monday everyone!!! I hope you had a good weekend!
I have a productive weekend going through my task list: I painted … all weekend long — and just to add some excitement I cleaned too. Wow, how my weekends have changed through the years.
As I promised you Friday, I do have a furniture reveal for you today.
After a long weekend of working, I was ready to crash last night. For some reason I couldn’t fall asleep though. I lay there forever and I finally got up and read for a while.
After an hour, I tried it again, but by that point it had been a long time since dinner and it’s hard to sleep when your stomach is growling. I ignored it and finally feel asleep.
Next thing I know I heard a huge crash from the kitchen. I went out to find that Kitten had knocked a plate of cookies on the floor that the dogs were frantically trying to inhale.
I cleaned-up that mess and went back to bed, and just as I was about to fall asleep I hear chirp, chirp , chirp.
You guessed it: a freaking cricket.
Now this wasn’t your average cricket, people. This had to have been a cricket on steroids because it was the loudest thing I had ever heard. You could tell it was right outside the window.
I drag myself out of bed once again and start banging on the window trying to scare this sucker away.
Unfortunately the only thing it scared was the dogs, who were all barking hysterically.
Meanwhile, Topher is sound asleep.
Come on! How on earth can he have slept through the plate being knocked off, our herd of dogs flying through the house (on hardwood) to the kitchen, this Mr. Olympia cricket screaming to his girlfriends, the window being beaten, and the dogs barking? I guess this is the man who was able to sleep through years of a crying baby, the smoke detector going off, and a car driving through our backyard (that last one is a story for another day).
It was then 2:30AM, and I lay back down trying to force myself to go back to sleep.
I’ll just count sheep…chirp, chirp, I’ll visualize myself floating in the ocean…chirp, chirp, I’ll…chirp,chirp.
I’ll get my husband to go outside and kill this cricket!!!!
So after a bit of stomping about and shaking him, out Topher goes with … the Swiffer broom (no idea why he chose that), banging around the bushes outside our bedroom.
Yay! It stopped. Finally I can sleep! Mind you it is past 3:00 am now, and Topher is not a happy camper.
Five minutes later chirp, chirp.
Now at this point I couldn’t be more tortured if a person stood in my room raking their nails down a chalkboard over and over (which I know dates me since classrooms today have abandoned true chalkboards).
This continued for over an hour.
So I went to bed around 4 am. I am looking and feeling rough today. I have so many projects I need to be working on today and all I want to do is take a nap.
Speaking of rough, that is how this table looked when I got it at a yard sale.
It was dinged up, dirty, the top was barely on, and the legs were a little wobbly … but all of that was fixable.
Topher glued the wobbly bits together, and I got to work. I painted it with three coats of ivory paint. I then distressed it and coated it in Annie Sloan’s clear wax. Look’s so much better now!