i, once upon a time, loved scouring second hand stores for items (chests, bookshelves, chairs, etc) that i could sand, strip, stain, or paint and give new life to. i could spend hours and days working on a piece of furniture. my favourite gifts were the ones that allowed me to continue my hobby... staple gun, electric sander, etc. i even used my talents on some of the pieces in my first home with stefan.
the only remaining piece i still have is a chunky wooden stool from my teenage years. i, with the help of my father, hauled it (and a desk) to the house from the neighbour's bin and stripped and stained it. because the paint on it was very stubborn i needed my father's assistance to scrub it clean and was elated when we succeeded. it isn't a fancy stool and has no monetary value but whenever i set my eyes on it i remember my father and appreciate that he indulged my endeavours.
when i read the new york times article about hilary robertson's staple-gun decorated home and saw those photos i was awestruck (she creates lovely vignettes, doesn't she?). for some reason the article reminded me of my refurbishing hobby and how much i loved getting my hands dirty. which is ridiculous because i do recognize that hilary's rehabilitation skills are on a totally different scale than mine ever were. hmmm, maybe i am supposed to take out that electric sander from the back of the closet and put it to use again.
the costumes the ladies over at oh happy day are turning out are so cute and ingenious. i am trying to talk kai into being frida but he wants to be a zombie. but then again, he has also mentioned he wants to be an assassin (i nixed that idea), a ninja, and harry potter (again) so who knows. i may still have a shot at turning him into frida!
this weekend was about halloween activities. both kai and i don't like to be scared... we actually have a pact to never scare one another. so, after a thorough review of the dunbar haunted house video we concluded it would be kid-friendly before 7pm (at 7pm the live actors take their spots). we were wrong... so very wrong. the rattling doors, the baby screams, the gory detailing, and the darkness scared the bejeebers out of us. stefan, running ahead to scare us didn't help either. when kai declared he couldn't go on (the boy was terrified!) we took an early exit out and stefan braved the rest alone. we promised each other we would try again next year... maybe.
the pumpkin patch was more along our pace. well, it eventually was so. you see i had a reluctant boy who didn't think he would have fun in the rain (since when?) but by the time we arrived the rain stopped and kai didn't want to leave. who can blame him - hay playing, mini donuts, pumpkin pie, farm animals and mud... we had fun. and not a single scary thing in sight.
other scenes from the weekend...
kai has been having fun with this whoopie cushion he acquired at the dentist
i picked up some body butter... citrus-y goodness to help awaken me in the morning