The saga of my Thanksgiving preparations continues . . . Armed with inside information from Pink Porches latest post, I decided to add some art to my Great Grandmother's chairs.
This may be a good time to tell you I was also armed with a large bottle of Extra Dry inspiration . . but I was sharing it with a friend. . . a very artistic friend.
Problems ensued, but my friend (we'll call her Diane) whose ideas flowed as freely as the champagne, came up with a solution to my very first dilemma. I quickly learned that the wood in the chair and the ballpoint pen had issues with each other. The wood was playing hard to get and the ballpoint pen wasn't trying hard enough. In others words . . . there were no words showing up on the chair as planned. That's when Diane asked if I had any carbon paper.
Pure genius, that Diane!
I finished the transfer with the carbon paper and then it was time to choose my weapon. So you think you can paint?
Diane noticed I was having a little problem with my hand eye coordination.
I finished the transfer with the carbon paper and then it was time to choose my weapon. So you think you can paint?
Diane noticed I was having a little problem with my hand eye coordination.
Did I mention she was a genius?
Yep, with champagne and a sharpie you can solve anything.
Except
maybe an empty bottle!
maybe an empty bottle!
2 comments:
Oh my gosh, that's awesome and I LOVE me some Diane, brilliant!
Smiles,
Lisa
...love the chair...what a neat idea...what a fun time you had creating it...a memory you will cherish forever! xo, mickdy
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