Dear cold weather-
I am sorry to say … I am ready to break up with you. I can not deal with your wicked ways any longer.
I am a summer girl. Shorts. Yard sales. Being able to walk the pups. No school. And the shaved ice place up the street. That’s the type of weather I’m looking for. No. That’s the type of weather I need.
I do not like having to wear a coat just to go to the mailbox, or having to listen to the unnamed child gripe about having to scrape the frost from her windows in the morning (since my hoard of furniture is in the third car bay).
I do not want to have to make soup for dinner, just to warm us up; nor do I like the fact that it takes my joints an extra hour to loosen up because it’s frigid in the house in the morning.
I am ready for the Drive-In Theater to open up, and to have teenage girls giggling in my house as they take their depressingly toned, bikini clad bodies out to the neighborhood pool behind our house.
Warm weather means I am much more motivated to go to the gym, since it isn’t freezing outside, and I can hear neighborhood kids playing in our yards with the extra hours of daylight.
You, Mister, have kept us held hostage in our homes long enough, and I for one am done with you.
A Summer Kind Of Girl
Speaking of summer I found this vintage secretary at a yard sale last summer. You can’t really see it in the pictures, but it was really scratched up … but it did have good bones.
I knew a coat of paint would breath new life into it.
I painted the outer shell with two coats of Annie Sloan’s Provence, and the inner portion with Scandinavian Pink.
After the paint was dry, I distressed the whole piece and then coated it in Annie Sloan’s Clear and Dark Wax to give it an aged look.
I didn’t love the handles that came on the piece, so I replaced them with two knobs from Hobby Lobby.