Sometimes Love Is Not Enough

We were on a road trip to a rowing regatta in Eastern PA.  Outlet Mall.  Pottery Barn.  Enough said.

It was love at first sight.  Wanted it.  Needed it.  Had to have it.   Knowing that it probably would not be used right away, I left without it.

All weekend, it stayed on my mind.  Finally decided that if it was still there on the way home that we were meant to be together.  It was.  We were.  Cue sun breaking through and angels singing.

Thought we could replace this one:

Or this one:

With this:

Oil rubbed bronze double pendant chandelier with a vintage/industrial vibe.  Dual, fabulous, fully functioning pullies.  Finally out of the box!  The electrican is coming Friday.  Still madly in love.  But sometimes love is not enough.  Multi-level, built in the mid-50s.  7'10" ceilings.  This is SO not going to work :-(

This beauty is BIG:

 Looks like we will have to find her a new home.  Can you say "Craigslist"?

Time for Plan B!
Sara
If I do this correctly, this will be posted to Between Naps on the Porch Metamorphis Monday.

Thank you, Sherry and John...

Well, the coffee table formerly-known-as-brass is back in the living room.  And, I've got to admit, it's a big improvement.  Not wonderful, but it certainly sucks less...

Why the delay in posting the after pics?  This is why:

and this...

Had a fabulous 5 day getaway to beautiful Longboat Key, FL.  Beaching, shopping, eating, and just hanging out with a great friend.  Did I mention the shopping?

The before:

In process (the saved plant containers made wonderful risers):

The mess (Thought I was being very careful - used a drop cloth covered with newspaper. Did not realize til afterwards how far the spray went.  Thank goodness I moved the cars!):

The after:

Still a dated piece, but a nice change for the cost of one can of ORB spray paint.  Okay, so Sherry and John over at Young House Love may be on to something good!  I see more cans of ORB in my future!

Slipcovers for the sofa and loveseat are on the to-do list.  Dropcloths have been purchased and the sewing machine is out for a tune-up.

Enjoy this lovely fall day,
Sara

Curse you, Sherry and John!!!

You know that nice, young couple over at Young House Love...???
While perusing the home goods aisles at a local thrift shop I couldn't help but look at EVERYTHING and wonder: "How would that ceramic whatever-it-is look spray painted in a nice, glossy white??"  Or, "Hmmmm, wonder what a spray of ORB* would do to that thing I could maybe hang on a wall???"
(*Oil Rubbed Bronze for the unbrainwashed uninitiated)

I knew it was bad when I caught myself wondering how this cookie jar - cutely shaped like a Christmas ornament, but hideously painted - would look in our kitchen.  How bad?  We're Jewish - Santa doesn't stop here for milk and cookies (a bowl of matzo ball soup and a nice,warm sweater is always good on a cold winter's night...)  And spell-check even auto-corrected my spelling of "ornement"... Oy!

Okay, Sherry and John, maybe you're not all bad.  I did buy a can of Rustoleum ORB and the base of our crappy-cheap, fake-brass, older-than-either-of-you, second-hand coffee table is currently in the garage drying. 

Have to admit, the old thing looks better already.  After pics to follow ;-D

Sara

3rd Times the Charm???

Going to take another run at the blogging thing :-)  Once again, it's been so long that I had to look up my user name and password for the blog account...

Lots has happened here since December:
Had cataract surgery in both eyes - can see without glasses for the first time since kindergarten, amazing!
Started Weight Watchers - down twenty pounds so far, 30 to go.  Diet and exercise work, who knew???
Miss MML1 got her first apartment.  Out of the house, but close to home - best of both worlds :-)However, her room here is still not clean...
Miss MML2 started college and working - two big steps!!!

Multi Level House-wise - starting to pull together some posts on the various project we have done in our home.  Hope to get those posted soon, or at least in less than 10 months (yikes).