Of Cheerleaders and Child Labor

Hey girls! (let's face it boys... you are a minority around these parts)

I thought I would show you what I took out to the booth this past weekend.  I just gave this stool a quick makeover.

Grey paint and a pretty damask and that is all the Meredith bench needed.

These beauties needed a bit more love....

I should have taken a photo with the previous fabric, but yes, that is Pepto pink you are seeing, not a reflection of a pretty sunset.

Out came the blue and the birdie fabric I had on hand and these became the Emme chairs.  

See those tags?  Yes I am in business.... I wonder if any of you know what those tags are really used for....

My wonderful, creative Mr. Hughes found them and had them made for me.  He is quite resourceful.  And supportive, he is my Cheerleader.  Everyone needs a real Cheerleader, a biggest fan.  I have been lucky to have 2.  Now, I don't mean a supportive girlfriend or someone to vent to... I have those as well, and they are super important too.  No, you need a Cheerleader.  Now, before Mr. Hughes came along, my biggest fan was my Grandma.... granted she was cheering me to find love, not something I love to do, like Mr. Hughes.  Still, it was the same.  Never ending support.  When she passed away, I knew that I had lost my Cheerleader.  Luckily, (probably with a nudge from her up above *wink*) he came along a few months later. I wonder how he feels about being a male Cheerleader..... hmmmmm....

He sticks up for me.  He has my back. He helps me out so much.  Helps me get stuff done.  And, still it doesn't all get done.  Every time someone asks me how I get it all done or if I sleep, I have to laugh.  Seriously.  I don't get it all done.  If you saw my home on most days or my booty in a bathing suit you would get it.  I have priorities and right now dusting or derriere busting hasn't been the top of my list.  I do love me a clean house and firm tush so they are quickly moving on up....

And, when you are short on time and need to get a project finished, it doesn't hurt to employ child labor.

You see, that gentle touch... it is the secret to the finishes on my furniture. Tiny, light sanding strokes.  Also, if you notice what we call the "final step"  in the background... 

.... that's right, a Thomas Train. It is essential. Before any of my furniture leaves, it is perfectly weathered by well placed and thought out train wheel tracks. 

So, when you are suffering from Icantgetitdoneitis, just make sure you have a Cheerleader and a little child labor.

I will be back tomorrow with a Friday Etsy Faves!

Bye for now!

ps.  PLEASE Department of Labor, please don't take my baby hughes.... he just likes to help out.  I pay him in Thomas Trains and Goldfish and he only works as long as his attention span will let him.  

oh, and why didn't anyone warn me that Thomas Trains are really expensive?!?

oh and I do brush his hair...