Thrifty Thursday: Patio Set Redux

by Momma Lady on May 17, 2012

“Some mulch and some spray paint!”

That was my enthusiastic reply full of smiles when my mom asked me,”What’d ya get for Mothers Day?”

When it comes to spray paint, I’m a bit of a hoarder. If it’s on sale, I want it. If it’s bright, I want it. If I think that maybe just maybe I may, in the near or far future, acquire something, anything, everything, ALL THE THINGS which may require customization and revamping of any and all kinds? I want that can of spray paint. Give it.

So when a friend of ours said “You can have this patio set for free from the golf course, but it’s in bad shape, you’ll have to repaint it” he knew exactly what he was getting us in to. He knows me well enough to know nothing could have sold me more. (thanks Shaen!) And boy was he not kiddin. Boy howdy this table set needed some TLC.

structurally awesome. and that's it.

Whomp. Super boring.

But fear not, people of the internet! Such a drab piece of furniture would not be allowed to live in such a state at my house, nosireebob. Enter: spray paint wheeeeeeeeee! But first? Fuckin sandpaper…dammit.

Mother’s Day was gorgeous outside, so like any mother worth her salt…we banished the children indoors while we scraped what was likely asbestos-lidden paint off of six chairs and a humungo table. We also drank beer. Because it was hot and the work sucked and we like beer. Sanding is the devil’s work, I swear it. JUST LET ME GET TO THE PAINT AND THE PRETTIES ALREADY!!! But alas, I would have been heartbroken if the new colours chipped off with the old and so it had to be done. For the record, I got through one chair of sanding while Ryan moved on to number three. Call it inefficient work if you want, I call it dedication. Either way, we started out with a pretty low grit sandpaper, figuring the paint was so old and weather-worn that it would simply chip right off with a little resistance. Bwahahahaha…we moved on to the flathead screwdriver in almost no time flat and took out some aggression on the poor inanimate objects. It took little effort but was extremely time consuming. We didn’t much care what the underside of the table looked like since we’re not planning on selling our creation, so we mostly just chipped off the parts that were already lifting and wouldn’t take the new layer of spray paint.

later, he took his shirt off. Happy Mothers Day, self;)

What I’m saying/showing you is that this was a lot of work, but we figured since we’re kind of broke in the dollars department, when you get a structurally terrific table set for free, you can make $50 worth of spray paint really work to your advantage. And that’s just what we did.

Wouldn’t you know it- all this work was completely, 100% worth it. Check out this customized no-one-else-on-the-planet-has-this-set-eat-your-heart-out Higgy Patio Goodness:

Ta-motherhumping-Da

I contemplated Oil Rubbed Bronze so it would “go with anything,” and then I remembered that I’m not not a goes-with-anything kind of girl and since it was Mothers Day and all, I let the family pick out their favourite colour to put on a chair. That chair would be theirs, I didn’t care what colour they picked. I got two chairs since there were six and it was my day. Plus I’m selfish and a little pushy. Here’s the breakdown:

 All paints are from the Rustoleum Multi Purpose Painter’s Touch Gloss aerosol cans. (some have a 2Xs cover, which we didn’t use, but I would recommend for the lighter colours as they took a few coats.)

Annika: Berry Pink

Isabella: Deep Blue (we don’t know why either, but she loves it. she wins because we all love that colour the best)

Dad: Colonial Red…obvious reasons are obvious

Maëlle: Sun Yellow (we might have picked for her, but she nodded)

Mom: Orange

Table: Key Lime

For the record, we had some pallets laying around under our deck and were able to prop up the chairs & the table for easy spraying. I recommend it. You could probably find some sitting out by the road, or ask at a local drug store or building materials store if they’re looking to get rid of any for free. We can only very recently recycle spray paint cans in my city, check your local recycle guidelines to see how to properly dispose of used aerosol cans.

I’m completely in love with it. We ate on it yesterday for the very first time and it’s awesome. I can’t even imagine covering up the bright chairs with cushions, but I’ll have to see what the hot sun does to my bum before I make the call not to. The umbrella leaves a lot to be desired, but it’s just the leftover one from the old set who’s table busted into one gajillion pieces of glass one stormy morning, it’ll work for now.

BEFORE: Lame Plain Jane

 

AFTER: Wicked Awesome

I’m pleased as punch to look outside in the backyard and always see such bright, vibrant colours. The table even pretty much glows in the dark it’s so bright! And it makes up for what my garden lacks in colour right now.

Super fun! Grab some spray paint, bitches! But mind the trigger finger, cause dayum my hand hurt for like three full days after all that painting. Find yourself something to paint, I can almost guarantee you’ll love what you’ve made!

 

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Stepping Out Saturday: Ladies’ Woman, what?!

by Momma Lady on May 16, 2012

Imagine Sunday was Saturday and that I did anything at all on Saturday which would warrant dressing in anything other than sweat pants and a Dave Matthews Band concert tee. Mmkay?

I’m so glad you’ve all joined me here in Opposite World! It’s terrible to have you here! <- see what I did there?! Clever.

We went to lunch. At a real restaurant. In public. With three daughters under seven. In public. With people. AND NO ONE DIED. Except a teensy bit of my pride when Annika crawled up from under the table and made Maelle spit her food on the table in laughter. Except for that? Things went well. My brother, be still my heart, organized a Mothers Day get together for the family and I lifted not one finger to organize it. ::faints dead away:: So long as we have been brother and sister (read: my whole life) I have known it was my duty to do the planning. I have never minded, it has been my calling. But hot damn how wonderful it was to just show up at something already planned and be told: Happy Mothers Day, you’ve done well.

Glory be.

And I looked cute.

Mom...in all her awkward glory...

Details: top: thrifted, tag ripped out; jeans: Smart Set, supposed to be capri pants, heh; tank: Urban Planet (sidebar: I got 4 of these ribbed tanks for 20bucks and they’ve lasted me 3 years and didn’t stretch at.all though I wore them through my entire pregnancy with Mae. Win.); shoes: thrifted, from Target originally; pasty white face: courtesy not remembering lipstick ::headdesk::}

I see your Boyfriend Jean & raise you a formerly-capri-pant-rolled-up-boo-to-the-yah.

Oh hey girl hey! LIPSTICK FOR THE WIN!

I still totally love this hair colour, for what it’s worth. It just works for me.

Loud & a hint of the unexpected.

Linking up with Mandy over at Harper’s Happenings for S.O.S this week:) Come play along next week?

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Obligatory. Obviously. Only.

by Momma Lady on May 15, 2012

 

Instead of waxing poetic about my glorious Mothers Day (it was glorious, mmkay? just about perfect in every way. the end.) I’m just going to go ahead and list out the things I want to remember most of all about my girls just as they are right now. Mostly all for me, but I’m glad you’re here.

Maëlle

2yrs

  1. Most words which end in a vowel she changes to end, inexplicably, in a T. examplesMore= Mote. Done= Dunt. Bella= Dellat.
  2. When counting, she almost always skips the number 10.
  3. When singing, on the last note, she lifts her face to the sky and shakes her head back & forth.
  4. Rarely, extremely rarely does she miss an opportunity for a please or a thank you.
  5. Milk= juice. And, naturally…juice= milk. And she says it “maok” and “dyoose”.
  6. She’s the only one of the Ladies to sleep with her butt in the air. Adorable doesn’t begin to describe it.
  7. A $4 thrift store find for Christmas is still one of her most beloved toys. I found a Leap Frog fridge farm at Value Village and homegirl plays it every morning while she dances around Dexter in the kitchen, and every night while she avoids eating dinner. She prefers certain songs over others, and will hit the button until she finds the song she likes.
  8. She will repeat things one bajillion times until you give her the answer she wants. She doesn’t really get more angry the longer she has to ask, she just steels herself and keeps repeating. It’s obnoxious, but you gotta admire the perseverance.
  9. The most likely first words out of her mouth in the morning are “I hab a dyoos?” or “I hab a sammich?”
  10. Bar none, cutest thing ever: she will touch her pointer finger to her lips and say “hmmm” and then poke it into the sky and shout “I know!” and then say nothing. I die of the cute, every time.

 

Annika 

  1. 4yrs

    She points with her middle finger. Ahem.

  2. Hands down she has the best laugh out of all my kids. It is this belly laugh that seems to rumble up from deep in her stomach, and kind of lilts off her tongue as if she was trying not to make it come out. We are most often lulled into laughter with her, in spite of any circumstance.
  3. She has the best printing for sure. Given that Bella is a lefty, but Annika is a naturally more enthusiastic writer. She draws her letter Ks with a fancy tail & I don’t know who taught her to do it.
  4. Mother= Mudder. But don’t you laugh at her, she will cut you. She also regularly messes up tomato vs potato. Topato. lulz
  5. It makes my blood boil, but I’m assuring my head this will come in very handy when she’s older: Girlfriend does not give even one shit if you are angry, she will carry on inside of her head and pay you no mind. It’s less “defiance” than outright “ignorance”. I’m not championing this behaviour, it frustrates us to no end, it’s just an observation unique to Annika.
  6. She wears a skirt with tights every day of the week. Footed or footless tights, she doesn’t care. The worst punishment (high fives to Daddy for this brilliant move!) for her is to take away all skirts, dresses and tights. Devastation.
  7. I would trust Annika to do my nails for any function, unironically.
  8. If we don’t unplug her TV (yes, judge away, she has a TV and DVD player in her room. whatever.) she has been known to turn her shows back on after the timer goes off. I’ve caught her up at 12am once. O_O
  9. We call her Noodle. She loves spaghetti too, funny enough. She takes forEVER to eat dinner, except for noodles. Heh.

 

 Isabella

  1. 6yrs

    She will cry at the drop of a hat. I’m not kidding you…she would cry if a hat dropped. She is the most emotional creature I have ever laid eyes on. But, she is endearingly aware of this and will often stalk off to be alone for 10 minutes and come back 100% of the time with a smile on her face and an unprompted apology.

  2. More and more often she will drop a french word and ask me what it means in english. Umm…
  3. She can’t smile nicely for the camera. Ever. You have to get her to laugh or you get side-eye-lost-lips-crazy-face.
  4. She will always choose white milk over chocolate. It’s bizarre.
  5. Bella has the most incredible fashion sense. By which I mean she looks completely ridiculous in the most awesome way at least 90% of the time. The fact that she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care makes me love her all the more.
  6. The other day she said this to me: “Mom, I like it when you talk to me like I’m your friend sometimes. It makes me happy.” …and then I cried and died.
  7. Ever the oldest sister, she rarely gets upset when we ask her to help with the younger girls. She’s an incredible help to us, and I don’t think we tell her that nearly enough.
  8. She will belt out tunes (largely off-key) at the top of her teeny lungs with no embarrassment whatsoever. She one time asked us to bring her to a Canada’s Got Talent audition and I was too afraid of hurting her poor, precious feelers to drive 4 hours to Toronto. Mom fail.
  9. One time she let me curl her perfect, perfect hair into the most incredible waves (it’s too thick & awesome for me to curl. barf.) and I gushed and gushed over how I wanted to have her hair and how much I loved it…she made me put it into a braid. Huh.
  10. We call her Beans. She dislikes beans.

 

I mostly just love them.

I entirely just love them.

I think we’re perfect for each other.

I’m trying every.damn.day to do their childhoods justice.

To let them be, while guiding them to BE.

I wanted a Mothers Day 2012 picture.

A perfect one.

I got it.

This is what Mothering looks like to me.

Keep them close, let them shine.

I think I’m shining too…can’t you tell?

Thanks, Ladies. Not just for making me a Mom, but for making me your Mom. I think we’re doing a bang-up job here and I’m flattered you’re letting me be me. I’ll try to follow your lead, ok?

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Judge Not! Lest Ye Be Judged! (douches)

by Momma Lady on May 12, 2012

Well…if there were ever a time that you were going to pin your hopes on me becoming a leader in the world of modesty and shame…perhaps now it’s best for you to click away…because I’m about to dash your hopes and dreams.

Attn Parents & Grandparents of Mine: please to be exiting the premises. I’m about to talk about the s-e-x now. Eww.

 

still here?

Awesome! High fives and round house kicks to you!

Now let’s get down…to the real reason I’ve gathered you here. I want you to go here.

I want you to consider our proposal.

Then I want you to take us up on our offer.

Go.

Now.

 

Trust me like you’ve never trusted me before.

I have limited expertise and I’m far too eager to talk about the hibbidy-dibbity that goes on in a marriage. Cause I think it should. And often. And well.

If you’re not having sex, you should be. Basically.

Just GO…okay? Geez…

 

 


 

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Proposal For Funding kthxbai

by Momma Lady on May 10, 2012

I am a genius.

I know this because of the following incomplete list of ideas that have occurred to me and what I now need is one trillion dollars to develop and market these things to the public because they are brilliant…obviously…

  1. Pumpernickel English Muffins: why don’t these exist already? it’s pretty much just bread, but round. so really, this is a total no-brainer and I’ve just done all your work for you, Bread Maker Peoples. #pumpernickel2012
  2. Cup Holders attached to bed frames: stay with me here…your bedside table is all the way over there and you don’t want to wiggle out of your warm covers to take a drink of your water. BOOM- accessible liquids, minimal spill-factor, decreased ability for your destructive child to dump your juice all over the gat.damn.mattress.AGAIN. Bonus feature- the ability to heat and/or cool what’s in the cup.
  3. Find My Television Remote iPhone app: because let’s face it, I always have my phone with me. The other night Ryan lost his phone in the house (read: Maëlle stole it and buried it somewhere) and he used my phone to make it beep a homing signal which led him to the position deep in the couch cushions where it was lodged. How many times have I said “Where in the HAIL is the remote??!” and then proceed to toss pillows and blankets and lift mattresses and mutter obscenities under my breath in futile search for the lost treasure which will bring my daughter her precious “MOUSE!” on demand? A lot of times. That is the answer. Too many times. That is also the answer. App developer people? I’m presenting you with liquid gold here! Chip my remote, find it with my phone. Do it naow.
  4. Seatbelts for dining room chairs: self explanatory. Yes, I know there are booster seats for children, Maëlle has launched herself out of them in the past and we are parentally scarred for life from it thankyouverymuch. An actual seatbelt would save me many years off my life, and many deep breaths for my lungs from chasing my daughter down a few hundred times a week.
  5. Wearable wireless networks: dudes, this would save me sanity and dollars!! Last month I was dumb and let Bella was 4 hours of You Tube videos on a road trip. ::headdesk::
  6. ATMs that give $10 bills: …shut up. Sometimes that’s all I have. Also, if I want to give someone $150, we take out $160 and then end up buying a stupid coffee we don’t need just so we can have change. Yes I’m aware we could go wait in the bank. I don’t wanna. I like to avoid using my inside-big-girl voice as much as possible. Canada, you’re getting rid of the penny (which I don’t really get…how you gonna do that?) so give me this in return. Thanks, Stephen* Harper. <<— he’s on Wikipedia.
  7. Menu planner built into my fridge: this is brilliant! My fridge would read all the junk I’ve got inside & would list out various dinner options based on the contents. Like an LCD screen on the outside or something. Whatever, the scientists can decide that part…I just want it to say to me: “Holla! You can make this awesome casseroley-type-deal because you had the forethought to purchase the following extremely random ingredients! Culinary goddess, I bow at your feet.” Whatever, we can tweak the details.
  8. A recorder…FOR MY MIND: I come up with some of the most incredible shit…in my car. I’m driving along, talking some serious stuff, really delivering a hell of a speech: “Oh my GAH, this is brilliant! Hot damn Alicia, you are the smrtest!” And then I pull in my driveway, bound out the door and wham. Gone. All my brilliance, smacked in the proverbial face by my front door. If I could just hit play later and have it saved up there? Oh things would get much more incredible up in herrr…

…ok, I think that’s all the genius I’m willing to share with you for now. Because really, I don’t want your brain to explode from the consideration of ALL THIS AWESOME UP IN THIS PIECE.

Just remember you heard it here first.

Or something.

 

*I had to Google how to spell his name because apparently I’m both a terrible Canadian and a failure as a political scientist. Thought you should know. Smooches.

 

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