I am on a never ending quest to make our little cottage work for us.
It drives Steve nuts, but he is coming to accept that my ideas are usually pretty good.
My latest move left him with lots more space in his studio.
I have had this cedar chest for as long as I can remember.
My mother got her "Hope" chest in the 1940's and it sat at the foot of my parents' bed throughout my childhood.
My mother used the chest to store precious items and it held great allure for my sister and me.
I don't recall when the chest became mine.
When we downsized to our tiny little cottage, anything we did not have space for went to my sister's house, but the chest is one of the few family pieces I held onto.
For many years, it sat at the foot of our bed, but our precious 14 year old dog keeps knocking into it in our tiny bedroom.
We moved it into Steve's studio where it just took up too much space.
On Friday night, I moved it into the living room.
Yesterday, I had the time to paint it in Annie Sloan Chalk Paint, Old White.
I wanted some color to poke through when it was sanded so I added some spots of color all around the chest.
If you look closely at the copper details you might think I did a really bad job painting it.
In actuality, the copper pieces are not perfect.
The imperfections did not stand out when the copper was tarnished and set against the cedar.
I like the splotches of color peeping through the white.
A wire basket filled with a lavender plant (it smells so good) and some of my C collection is easy to remove if I want to get something inside the chest.
Between Naps on the Porch - Metamorphosis Monday
My mother got her "Hope" chest in the 1940's and it sat at the foot of my parents' bed throughout my childhood.
My mother used the chest to store precious items and it held great allure for my sister and me.
I don't recall when the chest became mine.
When we downsized to our tiny little cottage, anything we did not have space for went to my sister's house, but the chest is one of the few family pieces I held onto.
For many years, it sat at the foot of our bed, but our precious 14 year old dog keeps knocking into it in our tiny bedroom.
We moved it into Steve's studio where it just took up too much space.
On Friday night, I moved it into the living room.
I wanted some color to poke through when it was sanded so I added some spots of color all around the chest.
In actuality, the copper pieces are not perfect.
The imperfections did not stand out when the copper was tarnished and set against the cedar.
I like the splotches of color peeping through the white.
Steve loved the look of the living room with the cedar chest, but he agrees that the white is a softer look for the room.
I just hope as my mother looks down on me that she will forgive me painting her "Hope" chest.
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