Many married couples like to dance together, but my husband and I have a differeny type of “dance” we do…on a regular basis.
During the winter, my husband and I went to an auction (and froze our rear ends off), and one of the things I won was a pair of super old wooden doors. I had bought a lot more things at the auction, which filled up our Jeep, so we were going to have to make another trip back to pick them up. Of course, my husband wasn’t thrilled at that prospect, and gave me the usual, “why do you want those things” spiel, and wanted me to just leave them behind, but I didn’t freeze my fanny off for nothing and there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in Hawaii that I was leaving them behind. I’m pretty sure he knew that – he just wanted to ruffle my feathers. He can ruffle them all he wants, as long as those doors came home with me…and they did. 🙂
The funny thing was, they must have been used in a horse stall, because the back side of them had the tell-tale signs that a horse had been gnawing on them, and in some places had gnawed almost through to the front of the door, but it was this beautifully chippy paint that made me want them. I don’t mind faux-distressing and making paint look chipped, but if I can get my hands on the real deal, that’s always my first choice. Fortunately, there weren’t a lot of other bidders looking for old doors that a horse had gknawed on, so I didn’t have to pay a fortune for them.
They sat in my workshop all winter, but I wanted to use the parts, so I asked him to take apart one of the doors for me. He still had a grudge against those doors, but after more bantering back and forth, he did it. It’s just part of our “dance” – I ask him to do something, he argues about why he shouldn’t, I torment him sweetly explain why…and he does it.. Occasionally we step on each other’s toes, but after 25 years of marriage, I can’t imagine getting a project done without doing this “dance” with him first. Hey, every couple has their quirks.
The inset panels weren’t very thick, so I attached a thicker piece of wood behind it and sprayed polyurethane sealer over the paint to protect it, then added a vintage-style coat hook to it. Old ironstone pitchers look gorgeous anywhere, but I love hanging them against a backdrop of such pretty old wood, like this. It has such a old-farmhouse charm. I still have several more parts from this door and the other door that hasn’t been disassembled yet, so I hope to come up with more neat projects to use them on.
This one is available in my shop here.
Blessings,
Every couple that survives has their own dance. I have been told many times….what do you want that for…its a piece of junk. EXACTLY!
I think we do that same dance! Beautiful finish on the wood…
25 years of “dance”. You’re both doing something right. Meri
I agree! Chippy the natural way is so much more appealing! I love what you did with the old door. I have a pitcher like that….hmmmm!