|My brother, cousin, and I sitting on the front|
steps at my Great Aunt Carrie's Home
sometime in the early 80s.
been driving me batty for a long time.
Don't get me wrong.
I love my mantle.
It came out of my Great-Great Aunt's Antebellum home.
My momma (Thank goodness!) took it out before my aunt's idiot nephew (also known as my 3rd cousin) tore the house down rather than donating it to the local historical society.
No, I don't know what he was thinking.
Obviously not much.
But I'm so glad I have it because I adore it, especially with
its history of watching over Confederate soldiers
warming themselves by the fire during the Civil War.
This mantle has had a ton of different looks...
Its original color, full of flaking and chipping lead paint
when we first moved in...
then after I decided to give it a coat of a light coat of paint...
after I painted the walls and trim
and turned the room into the office...
and it's last incarnation for Valentine's day.
You may have noticed that the mantle floats.
We didn't want to cut out the trim to put it in,
just in case we ever moved or decided to move it to a different room,
so it's just kind of hanging out above it.
every time I decorate it,
I have to put decor at the bottom to anchor it.
Drives me crazy.
I've been eye-balling it for months.
And since I decided to change the office back to the dining room,
I figured now was the time to do something about it.
So, here's how it looks today:
On the wall.
How fun is that?
And a little St. Patrick's Day fun,
until it's time to throw something up there for Easter.
It definitely does something about the blah painted space in the middle.
While I would LOVE to build some kind of hearth,
we wouldn't have enough space to walk between it and the table.
But I am liking how much of a change
painting the wall with chalkboard paint has made.
And I can't wait to draw on it with each change of season.
He saw it and said...
"Oh my God! Now you've painted the wall with it!"
The poor man has no vision.
But better yet was his comment when he came home
and saw I had switched the office and the dining room around...
And I quote...
"If we ever have a fire I'm screwed.
If you keep changing everything around each day,
I'll never be able to feel my way out through the smoke.
Or maybe that's your plan?"
BAH HA HA HA HA!
I burst out laughing and said,
"Oh! that's totally going on my blog!"
Gotta love it!