My husband Terry and I set out for Menards to get some paint. To my surprise, he was about as excited as I was to get started on our little project! Does that mean we have lived together so long (36 yrs. 8 mos.) that we are both starting to have the same crazy thoughts? Somehow we got one quart too many of a different color. If anyone needs a funky green for anything, let me know. We started painting our little well house and we knew that if we had our grandaughter Nora over, she would be delighted with our color choices and wouldn't try to talk us out of it. She must be getting older though because she kind looked at us and rolled her eyes when she saw what we were doing. She had lots of fun help ing though. It wasn't at all boring for her. At least for the first 20 minutes. Here she is working hard:
With a little help from my husband on the high spots we got the front finished and did a tour of the farm to gather up some cool junk to make my little house into an assemblage/collage. I'm not sure I picked the right colors and when I look at it, I feel a tad bit embarrased but at the same time get a little tickled inside. Here is the finished project. I feel as though I have accomplished something and have also developed a little more NERVE!
We had to make sure that his DeKalb weathervane had a spot of its own along with his rebar cornstalk that he got from Jessica for fathers day. We got the front finished, stepped back and didn't know what to say. What do you think?
It is darling ... it is YOU!
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