At My House

I just printed out 40-some-odd pictures of John Wayne and decoupaged them to a table.  Does this make you worry about my mental health?  (Please say yes. Otherwise, I'll worry about yours.)  Let me explain:  The Mister is out of town.  Which means, of course, that a) I'm free to do any crafty old thing that pops into my little wooden head, and b) that I can make a surprise for the aforementioned Mister without having to hide in the basement closet.

 Esti and I decided a few days ago that this dreadful little table was in dire need of a remodel. (Frankly, if my dearest one wasn't so attached to it, I'd have just stuck it out with the garbage--it's become a Table of Much Contention over the years.)  We figured that Wayne-papering it could be a Good Thing, and agreed to get to work as soon as the baby was settled in for her nap.  (And kindly refrain from reminding me that "the baby" is 2 years old and fully--well, almost fully---potty-trained.  And from pointing out that normal people don't bed down their 2-year-olds at five-minutes-till-suppertime just so they can work on an art project.  Because, really, people---I'm not a moron.  Just a free spirit, of sorts.)  Right, so I got the baby down for her 5' o clock nap.  And then it was just me, the big kids, The Duke, the table, and The Computer That Wouldn't Print.  After a brief bout of plugging and unplugging (and a vocabulary lesson that would not have met any of the Iowa State Standards---lucky thing the baby was asleep, eh?) we managed to de-bug the computer sufficiently to print out a vast collection of pictures of the esteemed Mr. Wayne.  The tough technical part being done, we formed an assembly line: Esti cut, I glued, Chevi got in the way, and Rachmy touched everything.  Especially the things that I'd coated with glue already.

Once we'd gotten all of the photos in place, we covered them with a thick layer of Martha's decoupage medium (50% off at Michael's---thanks for the coupon, Kerry!--- and it has a built in brush!) and set it on top of the organ to dry.  (Which warms the cockles of my heart, as it's the first time the organ has been used in the entire time that we've lived here.  Makes me feel like we're getting our money's worth, you know?)

Tomorrow we'll cover the whole shebang with some nice, toxic resin and get the heck out of the house for the day.  So we don't asphyxiate.  Do I know how to avoid packing, or what?

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