Sidetracked Reunion

Good morning, friends!

I'm joining Kathleen at  
Faded Charm for White Wednesday today.
I hope you'll join me there!

There's nothing more fun than going to a family reunion, is there?

 (Hmmmm...well, I do guess that it depends on whether you like your family or not.)

Hubby and I left early on a recent Saturday afternoon  

(which is highly unusual for us since Saturdays are usually 'working days' around here) 

and headed out for an hour's drive toward Lake Michigan for a family reunion.

Freshly showered in spanky new summer duds, we sailed along the countryside as I contemplated my committing a huge blogger's sin.

I forgot my camera...ugh!

I asked Hubby if we could stop somewhere so that I could purchase a camera.
 He looked at me like I had grown horns and did his infamous head shake.

(I guessed that meant 'Are you crazy?' - which in reality, he should actually know better....but that's a whole 'nother issue...)

The day was beautifully warm and sunny as we cruised by rolling hills of farmland, 

talking about who we were going to see that day and remembering his sweet mother who passed away last September.  She always loved these reunions...

STOP THE CAR!!!

(Cue brakes squealing)


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BARN SALE!

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"Look, hon! They saved me a parking place!"

Now, you must know that Hubby loves a barn sale.  I mean really loves a barn sale.

He will spend hours strolling, picking up, turning over, looking under and inside of things that I wouldn't throw a glance at.

Which, I daresay, is quite nice for me.
It gives me more time to look at real treasures and envision them painted white and finding a place at Heaven's Walk.

So, we did quick check for cops, performed a looey in the road, spitting gravel as we did a perfect 180, and pulled in to my goddess parking spot.

After spending some time picking through all the dusty, dirty, spider-webby items the guy had setting about in that gigantic barn,

we literally danced our way out of it.

Hubby holding a router saw like it was his firstborn child.

Me manhandling some very cool pieces of a vintage fireplace.

An hour late for the reunion...but oh, so very happy with our treasures!

 The price sticker on these old pieces had said $50.  I smiled, batted my eyes at the nice, old man (just kidding!) and asked if he would take less.

Thirty dollars (and a fun reunion) later they were propped up against our chimney at home while I swooned over them and imagined them in our bedroom in some manner.

Two days later the garage was turned in to a palace of painting frenzy much to hubby's chagrin.

I decided that since I had to get all the painting supplies out, I might as well complete a few tasks I had been procrastinating on.

(Yes, yes, I will share them with you later!).

After a little scraping and sanding, on went Benjamin Moore "Ivory Tusk", the soft white color that I've used all throughout our home.

I envision this mantel piece mounted above our bed

complete with some romantic candles, shells, and a black and white photo or two...

Mmmm! Glossy, soft, creamy white decadence ready to go up on the wall... 

"Hun?  Are you done drooling all over that new toy of yours? 

I need you to do something for me....."

Stay tuned for the unveiling (*wink).

{Hugs!} - and see you over at Kathleen's!

~ laurie