Recognize this picture? It's the one I use for my blog header. It was love at first dusty filthy sight in the basement of an antique mall in Shelbyville, Kentucky. She had been neglected - and abused. Someone had given her frame the triple g death treatment (ghastly gaudy gold) and apparently not cleaned and shined her glass in eons. I knew I had to save her. DH shook his head in disbelief - clearly not sharing my love nor vision. We were on our annual anniversary shopping day. After 22 years, we shop together for what we love rather than surprise one another. For me, it's antique shopping. For him - we visit Manland - sometimes sporting goods, sometimes hardware, tools and the like. So, he lugged her up the stairs for me, getting pretty grimy in the process (have I mentioned how much I love this man?) and reluctantly paid for her. He only smiled slightly when the clerk noted she was 20% off. My heart, however, was singing - I'd have paid triple for her!
Brought her home and agonized over what to do about her frame. She was so beautifully faded that even my addiction to Heirloom White and/or Dover White seemed too bright. So, I got out all the acrylic craft paints that I own, narrowed it down to all the colors that seemed to blend into her background, and hand mixed my own concoction. The result was soft and subtle, very suiting for her. Carefully and painstakenly, I took her apart and cleaned her and then discovered where she used to live - an address in Old Louisville (reportedly the largest victorian neighborhood in the country) right here in our city! So, not only did I save her, I truly brought her back home where she belongs.
Things come and go in our houses. Not this old girl - I will NEVER part with her. She speaks to my soul.
What do you have in your home that does that for you? I'd love to hear your stories!