Yesterday, it rained all day long here in Eastern Pennsylvania. It put a damper on my furniture deliveries I had planned on making, so I decided to go out and run some errands with my Mom. We made a pit stop at Morgantown Market and I dropped off some barnwood frames.
I rearranged my wreaths so the frames would…well…frame them. Stacey (the owner of Morgantown Market) was kind enough to let me use some wall space to display my last shipment of eucalyptus wreaths.
Aren’t they sweet?
I also added my milking stool that I got from an auction. I didn’t have the heart to paint it. It’s just so perfect the way it is sitting in the corner of my booth, right next to my hemp oiled wagon.
The patina on this shelf is fabulous. I sealed it with some Tough Coat so the paint doesn’t continue chipping away.
After we finished up at Morgantown, Mom and I took a trip to a few more places. We found a new gold mine and I picked up some small things that I just couldn’t do without.
This sugar bowl doesn’t have a lid, but I just loved the crackling, staining, and pattern on it.
My favorite part is the subtle purple/pink discoloration up by the lip.
Here’s the hallmark. Looks like Wedgwood & Co. to me but I’m not sure how old it is.
I also picked up an adorable wooden rocking horse. He was a dark wood color when I bought him and that night, he received a coat of Grain Sack.
He’s only about 1 foot tall and wide, but I love him. I’ve been looking for a wooden rocking horse similar to the one that Marian has in her home, but they’ve all been out of my price range. This cutie pie was nestled among a few other toys and I happily plucked him out when I saw his price tag.
Isn’t his bushy little horse tail the cutest?
The Grain Sack chipped perfectly and I’m so pleased with the way he turned out.
When I woke up today, the skies were cloudy but there wasn’t any rain in sight so I made my overdue furniture deliveries.
My white waxed table went to Rooted in New London along with my two Mountain Sage wreaths. I asked one of the owners, Ashley, to snap a few photos of it once she had it staged. Doesn’t everything look so perfect? I want to take staging lessons from her one day.
I’m so blessed to see my furniture nestled among all of the pretties that other artisans have created. Rooted is a true community of sewers, cooks, furniture painters, quilters, jewelry makers, paper artists, and partridges in pear trees. It’s truly my pleasure to be a part of their family.
After dropping my table off, I took a quick ride down to Consign It Furniture in Kennett Square for my final delivery. I’ve been blessed to partner with the owners and have been bringing my pieces painted in Miss Mustard Seed’s Milk Paint down there for a few weeks. Consign It has a fantastic showroom filled with beautiful painted furniture, and I can’t believe that my pieces are now among them.
A few weeks ago, I picked up a gorgeous wooden corner cabinet that I found in their back room. It was tucked away, and was a bit rough around the edges (literally). Still, it had an amazing chippy door and oodles of potential. I bought it and packed up in The Marshmallow along with some other goodies I got that day.
Once I dragged it upstairs in our apartment, I used a scraper to get off most of the loose bits of paint from the door. As you can see, it’s work quite a few colors over the years!
The inside was dirty, but my vacuum cleaner took care of that! I’m so used to dirty pieces that it doesn’t phase me anymore. It’s completely normal in my world to clean up spider nests, little bugs, dirt, dust, paint, loose change, and trash.
I threaded a ribbon through one of my Mountain Sage wreaths and hung it from the top of the cabinet.
The door chipped perfectly in the lower right corner.
I swapped out the cabinet knob with one made of glass. The original knob had a tacky flower painted on it, and I like this one much better.
I think the new knob is my favorite part, but the sides are definitely a close second. The tongue and groove wood looks so lovely painted in Linen.
On my way home from making my deliveries, I stopped to fill up The Marshmallow with gas. Our truck doesn’t have power doors or windows, so I’m always diligent to lock the door when I get out. (Do you see where this is going?) After putting the gas nozzle back, I went to get into the truck and the door was locked. So was the passenger door. I reached into my pocket for my keys and saw that they weren’t there, but rather sitting on the passenger seat…right next to my cell phone. I had locked myself out of my own truck! Luckily, the folks inside the gas station were nice enough to let me use the store phone and I called Marc for help. He left work early and came to rescue me.
After several kisses and hugs, he went back to work and I made it home safe and sound.
He’s my hero! (And my rock-the-reception dance partner.)