We are finally finishing up or winding down our summer projects at the cabin and studio. Actually my studio has been commandeered for storage and work space until hubby’s workshop/barn is completed. Fortunately not having my studio hasn’t been too much of an issue, as I’ve been so busy with house and yard projects over the last few months that I haven’t needed it; come fall however, it will be a different story. But now, as promised, is one of the projects that we have completed.
My kitchen started out last summer like this.
Now, as it should be, it is my favorite room in the cabin.
Our first step was painting the bead-board ceiling a creamy white to help light reflect around the room. We then rearranged the appliances and added some old heart-pine cabinets that hubby had made almost thirty years ago for another house. Because the cabinets were not designed for this space, we created open shelving, with painted bead-board backing (a wonderful green), to fill in the empty spaces. I loaded the shelves with lovely things – all mice proof of course, as this is an old cabin in the country.
I love that all the textiles in the space are mismatched; my sister donated light airy curtains for the windows; vintage embroidered pillowcases cover the chair cushions; instead of doors under the counter we used French inspired table clothes as curtains; different patterned tablecloths also flank the sliding door which leads out to the new deck with twisted vine rails, which leads to the new patio…but all that will be in another post.
The counter top and back-splash is walnut from an old tree that fell on the home place years ago and has been stored in my sister’s barn; Hubby roughed up the surface and rounded the edges to give it an aged look, then sealed it with food safe oil. The sink was in the structure when we found it and was moved along with the logs to the current location. A few years ago hubby built the sink cabinet and I painted and finished it to look like an old piece of furniture (what a team we make)
The island was constructed from the very first piece of woodworking hubby made for the cabin, all those years ago; a pine cabinet with punched tin doors perched high on tall legs. We removed the legs; painted and distressed the whole thing; added reclaimed porch posts and a couple of salvaged angle brackets from an old farm-house to support the new shelving and bar height counter. Finally we topped it off with a beautiful piece of marble given to us by a friend. I finished the bar shelf with a primitive painting of the houses along the ridge. Hubby even put power in the island so at this Christmas’s tree trimming party I won’t be crowded in the corner with my back to the revelers while preparing the grilled cheese sandwiches.
The lighting is the final project; I’m just waiting for the perfect fixture to find its way to me.
After a very long day our booth is ready and we are so pleased with the way it looks. We had a lot of positive feedback and several sales offers. While our closest neighbor comes across a little abrasive at times, I think the elderly man and his wife are probably nicer than their first impression would indicate; we certainly hope so, but tomorrow we’ll have a stash of sangria on hand, just in case we need to calm our nerves and shore up our patience.
Check back to hear how it goes.
I want to tell you a story. This story began several years ago, when my babies were really babies, and my young family was spending a long weekend at a friend’s condo on the beach. My hubby, as he has most of our married life, had to work half a day on Saturday, so the plan was for him to join us in the early afternoon. But as the kids played in the sand and the sun drifted further and further toward the west, there was no sign of hubby. Back in the ole’ days when the world was not tethered together by cell phones all I could do was wait and grow more and more impatient. Just as I was about to pack up, he came hurrying across the beach, still wearing his work clothes.
Like a little boy bursting with a secret he could hold no longer, my hubby sat down in the sand beside me. Barely aware of the kids crawling over him in their daddy’s home euphoria, and seemingly oblivious to my annoyance, he began…
“There was an ad in the paper for reclaimed lumber”, he paused, I’m not sure if was for effect or to gauge my mood. Then he rambled on excitedly about an old man, a garage stacked full like a warehouse, something about cypress maybe pecking cypress, walnut or heart pine: Whatever, I knew where the story was headed so I finally interrupted with “How much did you spend?” He fought a sheepish grin as he held up four fingers. “You spent four hundred dollars on a pile of old wood” I asked accusingly. The sheepish grin took total control as he slowly shook his head no. “You spent four THOUSAND dollars!” I all but shouted.
He went on to assure me that it was a great deal and he would get more for the lumber than he had paid and still have extra for projects. Well all these years later he has yet to sell a single board foot; not that there haven’t been buyers, but all have failed his screening process. Through the years he has however shared his treasure with like-minded lumber lovers with plans deemed worthy; and of course our beloved beach house has lovely cypress doors and window trim, an amazing handcrafted fireplace mantle and a family sized farm-house table for gathering around. This one I have to give him – you did good hubby.
Wine rack created by hubby from salvaged wood…
The beautiful trim crafted from hubby’s beloved lumber…
Family gathered around a table designed and built by hubby.
My sister-in-law is moving into her new home and fortunately for me she is using the opportunity to thin out or replace some of her things. This little table is one of the items that did not make the cut to move on to the new place, so it found itself in my studio waiting for a makeover.
Umm, what to do?
Simple, sweet lines…
not in love with the glass top, seems a little dated…
oh what to do with you, little table?
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More treasures for our upcoming sale. Now along with the chair we re-upholstered in a soft plaid flannel, the room divider we created from an old picture screen and yellow chenille remnant, a redesigned lamp and shade and a re-finished end table embellished with a gold leaf starfish; we now have a set of shelves an old painting and an oak table ready for our booth.
I’m particularly pleased with the set of shelves that began life as slated multi colored cubes in a modern design. But after some paint and creative use of old wallpaper, they have been reborn into a unique set of shelves that exude vintage charm within its modern lines.
I painted this painting thirty years ago on a canvas board. Over the years the canvas began to separate from the board so I went ahead and peeled it completely off. Then after serendipitously laying it on an old beat up table with pealing paint, I fell in love with the look and had the idea of mounting the old canvas on weathered paneling. So my dear “doer” hubby put together a board constructed of tongue and grove boards and mounted them on a piece of thin plywood. After scuffing and beating charater and age onto the surface, I painted, crackled and sanded them into a beautifully distressed condition. Finally, using upholstery tacks, I mounted the canvas to the panels.
This old oak table had sat in my dad’s barn for more years than I can remember. The veneer had long ago peeled away and the base, held together by wire twisted around the pedestal by some long ago owner, was coming loose from both the table top and the legs; it was in rough shape. First we reinforced the weakened structure then coated it with soft oatmeal white paint. Then we glued a colorful remnant of outdoor fabric to the top, trimmed the edge with some antique rick rack and coated the whole thing with several layers of polymer.