Archives for March 2012
He’s a bit slow sometimes.
Despite looking like a garage door, this actually leads into the basement.
And directly above it is a window.
This is the window I yell out when I want to take a shower and Mike is filling water and I want to know how freakin long it could possibly take because I JUST WANT TO WASH MY HAIR.
Anyways, those foot prints belong to Mr. Fluff.
He gets all sorts of confused when I yell out the window.
He can hear mommy.
But he can’t see mommy.
And that it not nice.
So until my dog learns to look up (or I stop yelling out windows) I’ll have muddy paw prints on my basement doors.
|I tried to do all of one color at a time to cut back on brush washing|
|Ignore the random junk. We still haven’t unpacked the garage, don’t judge!|
|We wanted it to stand away from the barn to inhibit moisture retention|
- La Fonda Copper (orange)
- Mark Twain House Grey Brick (green)
- La Fonda Deep Blue (blue)
- Fairmont Penthouse Garnet (burgundy)
- Bees Wax (dark yellow)
|View from the road|
|Before touch up|
- If you use rough plywood – buy some cheap chip brushes.You’ll mangle them trying to get the paint in all the cracks
- Thick and Sloppy is the name of the game. This board was so rough (and sucked up paint like crazy) that I found it best to slap on massive amounts of paint
- Step back – you’ll drive yourself nuts trying to make the lines perfect. Step back 3 feet, if it looks straight leave it alone!
- Don’t do ‘Broken Dishes’ (bottom left). I just about went cross-eyed trying to fill that in and it doesn’t stand out as well as the others from far away
- Keep it simple! Large block of color work best at long distances
- Don’t worry about spills. They are easy to cover up with a few dabs of paint
- Don’t be afraid to fudge a bit if your lines don’t meet up
I’ve been working on my super awesome project for the last two days.
Hopefully I’ll have it done and ready to share by Tuesday when I have help putting it up.
Got a bit side tracked when a neighbor stopped by to tell me my turkey was down by her barn.
Cut to 1 hour traipsing trough the woods looking for the hen.
Almost caught her once but then she got away.
We lost her about 1/2 mile from the house so I’m hoping she’ll hear the toms (all 4 are gobbling up a storm these days) and make it back.
So far we’ve been incredibly lucky with predators. We’ve lost one duck and 2 polish hens that refused to go in the barn at night, preferring the life threatening strategy of sitting in the middle of a field.
|Who wouldn’t come back for this? Check out that beard!|
I’ll keep you updated!