A couple of weeks ago we were cleaning out the attic.
Because we are super-exciting and cutting edge and live a jet-set lifestyle….
….this is what we do for fun.
It’s actually an adventure up there. Treasures that you forgot about hidden away in the eves and forgotten pieces of junk just waiting for a project. You never know what you’ll find.
This time was no exception.
There, in between a 10-foot wood map of Kentucky and tiny ballerina dresses and and my Dear Abby mirror sat this.
A tiny wooden chair from a time when tiny people still wore those ballerina skirts and had tea parties. This was the chair from the twins’ preschool classroom. The preschool sold them off when new plastic ones arrived and I took four home with me.
It was a little rough and chipped and craft paint splattered.
Along the way someone had added a few stickers for decoration.
Here’s a close up of the archeological remnant from our sticker days.
Apparently we were really into encouragement.
And hula hooping dogs.
I smiled and turned away and starting filling boxes from the attic to donate when I spun around and looked at those chairs again.
They smiled back at me.
They knew what was coming.
They knew I had a blank wall in the gate house that I had been looking to fill.
I could have added a picture.
Or a mirror.
Or a gallery wall.
Why settle for ordinary or sufficient or regular?
Why be like everyone else when you have four chairs sitting up in your attic just waiting to be painted.
I took them downstairs and we cleaned them off and sanded them up and spray painted them in different colors of blue.
And hung them on the wall in the gatehouse.
Then I added some pumpkins in this tool box from my friend Susie who has a story that made my heart break.
I was so excited about how everything turned out and I called the twins over to show them their old chairs partying it up in 2016.
They looked at the chairs and looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
“Mom,” they giggled. “They’re cute, but you are so silly. Everyone knows chairs don’t go on the wall.”
I smiled and told them of course I knew that, but there are times when it’s really hard to keep a good chair down.
They laughed, grabbed their phones and walked out the door and down the steps of the gatehouse. Then, just as I was about to close the door, I overheard one twin say to her sister, “Aren’t you glad Mom isn’t like anyone else?”
Those funny, sweet, encouraging daughters of mine got it.
They gave me the thumbs up.
I’m so happy those stickers are still working. 🙂
PS In super exciting news they are coming to film a commercial here today at the house for Window World!
And if you live in or around Kearney, Nebraska, I’ll be there on Thursday. Be sure and stop by, I’d love to meet you!