Deviant Art

The diversity of stuff I stumble upon when doing Web searches never ceases to amaze me.

The other day, I did a Google Images search for “Dolomites.” Below is one of the images that popped up.

Dolomites

Pretty, right?

Turns out it was done by a “deviant artist from the Ukraine.” His name is Vitalik. And he’s got some other way cool stuff posted. You can see his online collection, or just enjoy the few I have embedded here.

I had to share more of this guy’s work. Just in case you looked at that first image and though, “Eh, it’s just a landscape.”

I particularly liked the next one.

Ho F'ing Ho

Some of his work, like the landscape, is more traditional. Other pieces are far more imaginary.

Lift-off

Just one more.

Just Buggin'

That’s it. I just found the digital paintings so interesting that I had to share. What do you think?

Just Because

I’ve used this pic before, but had forgotten about it until this morning while combing through old un-published post drafts.

It still makes me smile, so I thought I’d share it here.

 

What do you think? Funny? Creepy? Or both?

Empty Update

Not much has been happening around here.

Nothing, really. Nothing worth blogging about anyway.

I figured I’d make an appearance though. In case you were wondering.

Believe it or not, I still have a cold. I feel MUCH better, it’s just been lingering. It’s amazing just how much mucus one person can produce in a short span of time.

Lovely thought, right?

I told you nothing has been happening!

Hopefully things will get a bit more interesting soon.

Chair Fail

I have a thing for decorating furniture. Not decorating with furniture. Changing the appearance of furniture. It’s creative. I like creative. Plus you end up with something that looks different than all the other run-of-the-mill stuff out there. And I really like the distressed look. Not too distressed, just showing a little character.

Me and My Pal, CeCe

I’ve had some successes in my time (like this bathroom cabinet, which we left at the old house) and some failures (like these kitchen cabinets). Oh, and I can’t forget the kitchen table I did for the WV Place (decoupaged bird pics), which was halfway successful. It looks cool, but the surface is tacky when wet. It is NOT the ideal surface for a kitchen table. I could probably correct that BUT the bird images have all faded in the sun. So it just isn’t working.

There were the kitchen chairs I did for the WV Place. I decoupaged torn-up scraps of paper bag onto the seats so it looks like a leather or suede covering. That was my intention anyway.

Practice makes perfect though. Right? We’ll see. Apparently I am still practicing. But I have been learning along the way.

Here are some of the biggest lessons learned…

  • It’s NOT as easy as you would think.
  • Not all paint is appropriate for distressing.
  • Not all surfaces are good for distressing.
  • Distressing is harder than it looks.

That bathroom cabinet isn’t really distressed. But it’s definitely done in a casual style. The kitchen cabinets were distressed. What exactly does distressed mean? Made to look old. Typically showing bits of wood and/or layers of paint.

My interest in distressing furniture is the driving force behind my fascination with Annie Sloan Chalk Paint. I wrote about that most recently in my post about Warrenton’s newest store, The Empty Nest, which sells chalk paint and furniture treated with chalk paint.

My Small Collection of Chalk Paint & Waxes

Before we moved to Warrenton, I bought some inexpensive chairs that I knew I’d paint one day.  (I talked all about that big purchase in an old post.) I just never mustered the guts or drive to paint the suckers. Until now.

With a chalk paint stockist in town, I figured it was about time I got off my duff and did something about those chairs.

Before

Now, these chairs are not fine antiques. But they are old. And they’re real wood.  They were also inexpensive (about $30 each). So I figured ruining them wouldn’t be a huge deal. And succeeding with my intentions would be a huge bonus.

Rough Shape

The chairs aren’t in the best condition. But they are sturdy. Really, they’re the perfect thing to practice on.

One of the coolest things about chalk paint is that no special surface prep is required. You can paint right over old finishes. No sanding, stripping, priming, etc.

I thought about painting each chair a different solid color. But that’s a trend I believe will fade rather quickly.

And then I considered a single solid color on each, but that would be boring. Since our table has black legs, I knew the chairs needed black. And since the chandelier is a really dark red, I opted for black chairs with red accents.

The end result, as seen below, is sort of what I had in mind.

Before and After

I won’t bore you with all of the steps. Quickie version is that you apply the paint. Then you apply the clear wax. And, if you’re wanting a darker look, you apply the dark wax.

The “new” chair looks okay in that picture. But my red isn’t dark enough. The red in the chandelier is MUCH darker. Also, the black isn’t black enough. It needs a bit more paint. But the biggest problem is that I applied too much wax.

After and Before

In that “After and Before” picture, you can see how the chair looks a bit green. It’s supposed to look splotchy, but I want the black to be darker.

Not Dark Enough

The issue is more-obvious when the chair is photographed next to the table leg.

After

Still, it’s an improvement over the plain old wood chair. At least I think it is. And that’s what matters.

So the chair still needs work. But that’s okay. It’s a learning process. And the next four chairs will be much easier.

I’ll be sure to show you the FINAL end result. But it will be a while.

Do you prefer the plain wood? Or the colors? You won’t change my mind. I’m just curious.

How about that table? It’s from The Ole Craftsman. He makes chairs, too, which are gorgeous. But buying eight of them would really add up. Of course, I may just have to do that if mine are a miserable failure. But I have hope.

Chickens, Cows, and Goats, Oh My!

Wanna guess what Hubby and I did this past weekend?

It didn’t involve motorcycles. But it did involve quite a few critters.

And fried food. Though nearly not as much fried food as we’d been hoping for.

I don’t want to keep you in suspense forever, so I’ll just tell you… we went to the Fauquier County Fair!

It was nice, but much smaller than I’d anticipated. Hubby says that’s because I’m used to the Maryland State Fair, which is a whole lot bigger than the Fauquier County Fair. But the I guess most state fairs are bigger…

We were quite disappointed NOT to see vendors selling all the goofy fried stuff we’ve heard about at fairs, like fried Oreos, fried Twinkies, fried Snickers bars, etc.

I did enjoy seeing all of the critters, though. Especially the baby goats. Oh my gosh, they were so cute!

Look at the little one in the milk crate!

They were so young that, when they came over to the fence to check me out, they were sucking on my finger.

Do you think the girls would mind having a goat as a sibling?

Maybe if we got one with dog-like markings they wouldn’t realize it wasn’t a dog. Although I imagine those hooves would make quite a racket on the hardwood floors.

Look at the blue eyes on that wee little baby!

I could have stayed in the goat area for hours, but Hubby said the smell was getting to him. Funny, I didn’t notice and bad or particularly strong odors.

Before we left, I did capture a few more pictures to share with y’all.

Here’s one of the strangest-looking duck I have ever seen. Looks like someone grabbed it’s neck and someone else grabbed its feet and then they PULLED, stretching the thing all out of shape.

Really… I’ve seen a lot of ducks in my time, but that one took the cake for being odd. There were more that were the same shape, too. Stretched Ducks. I don’t think that’s what they were called, but that’s what they should be called. If you ask me.

Oh, and check out this odd rooster.

It was a bald-necked rooster. How weird.

And how about these chickens with the crazy hairdos?

As Hubby observed… it was just like going to the zoo, only cheaper.

I quit working around 3:00 on Friday afternoon so we could get there before the crowds. Neither of us like crowds, but Hubby gets absolutely grumpy when forced to deal with throngs of people.

You know we HAD to visit the cow tent, right? I do love me some cows. Look at the eyes on that little one in the front. Its name is Bashful.

Holy cow (no pun intended), look at the milk sack on that missus. No wonder they commence to bawlerin’ when it’s time to be milked. That’s got to hurt.

That camera angle made those three look like real cows! My, what wide asses they had.

You won’t believe what happened next.

I told Hubby he’d just have to get a picture of me with a cow.

So, when I found one that I thought would make a good shot. I stood sort of close and gave Hubby the camera.

That’s when we heard a voice say, “You can get closer if you want.”

The cow’s owner was sitting nearby.

“I can?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. “You can even put your hand on her hip if you want to.”

I got to TOUCH a cow!

Yes, folks… the woman who loves to stop along country roads and look at cows actually got to touch a real, live, cow.

“That’s not her hip,” Hubby said.

“Just shut up and take the picture!” was my reply.

Her name was Pansy. She’s three and, at about 1,200 pounds, is small for her age. That’s her Mama in the background. You can see how much taller the Mama is.

I’m glad Mike was along. I might have found a strange man saying, “hey, wanna touch my cow” a bit creepy otherwise…

After visiting with the cows a bit, we went off to find dinner.

Of course, the whole time we were eating, all I kept thinking was that goats had been sucking on my fingers. And that I’d touched a cow!

Where was Carol with her always-handy supply of Purell when I needed her?

Oh, well. I didn’t think it would kill me.

We moseyed around a bit more after dinner and then got to watch the Goat Dressing Contest.

Yes, I said Goat Dressing.

It involved about seven goats, a pile of clothing, and some brave kids. Once the contest started, the kids had to grab a t-shirt, hat, necktie, and two socks from a pile, select a goat, dress the goat, and then lead it to the finish. The first kid who showed up with a fully dressed goat got a trophy.

Goat dressing is MUCH easier said then done. Once the lady said GO, hilarity ensued.

Apparently these goats weren’t used to being dressed.

They had to put the socks on the feet, by the way, not the horns.

The little goat was cute, but the clothes sort of swallowed him up.

I don’t think any of the goats enjoyed being dressed.

I just LOVE the expression on that goat’s face.

And that was our afternoon at the Fauquier County Fair.

Small-town Life

Have I told you lately how much we like our “new” old town? No? Well, we do.

Something funny happened this past Sunday. When I told Hubby, he laughed and said, “Only in a small town.” And he was right.

Our house is sort of weird in that our address is on a street where all you can see is the driveway. The front of the house sits on a different street. People often look confused when they arrive at the back of the house.

Anyway, Hubby installed a doorbell on the back gate. Since we have a doggie door now, people are hesitant to just walk into the yard and knock on the door.

This past Sunday, Hubby was in the basement when the doorbell rang. I was perplexed. He rings it periodically to desensitize the dogs to the noise. (When the doorbell rings, they barely bark.) I stepped out onto the back porch and saw an older man and lady at the gate. I had no idea who they were.

“Are you Kathy Kirkpatrick?” the lady asked.

“Yes,” I answered, wondering how the heck they knew my name. Had I done something bad I wasn’t aware of that brought these kind strangers to my door back gate?

The lady smiled and said, “Well, hello. I’m Kathy Kilpatrick. And I got your mail!”

Kathy Kilpatrick said, “I couldn’t imagine who would be sending me a little package from Maryland.”

Turns out, the Kilpatricks live a couple of streets away. They were going to take the parcel to the post office, but, as the man said, “We would have had to walk past here anyway, so we decided to deliver it ourselves.”

Address mix-ups happen all the time, right? Even in the big city. But this was no address mix-up. The post office had sorted the mail by name. Imagine that.

We chatted for a bit, chuckling over the mix-up. I thanked them for the special delivery and they went on their way.

And now, to completely change the subject…

Are you hungry? No?

Well, check out this picture from July 4th.

Red, White, and Blue Bread

Hungry now?

That’s Great Harvest Bakery’s Red, White, and Blue Bread. It’s bread rolled around a mixture of cherries, white chocolate, and blueberries. And Oh. My. God. It’s good.

Their White Chocolate Cherry Bread is Hubby’s favorite. He can polish-off a whole loaf in no time. So when I saw they had this stuff, I took a sample home. He’s been dieting, so I didn’t want to buy a whole loaf. But then, after we both tasted it, and he promised to freeze at least half of it, I went back and got a loaf. It seriously was delicious.

Now, changing the subject again…

We had a crazy thunderstorm blow through on July 8th. How crazy? So crazy that this interesting phenomenon occurred.

Half a block away, it was raining like Hell.

 

In front of the house, the sidewalk was barely damp.

It really was the strangest thing. It was WINDY, too. The trees across the street were thrashing about so fiercely I even took a step backwards. And I was on our front porch! Luckily, we didn’t lose any trees or even any limbs in our yard. But, back on Main Street, they weren’t so lucky.

Downed Tree

I was sad to see that this large tree had fallen on the lawn at Brentmoor: The Spilman-Mosby House.

At least it didn’t fall on the building.

Downed Tree

Still, it’s always sad to lose big, old trees.

You can’t really tell in that picture just how big the root system was. Luckily, these other curious folks happened by and agreed to pose for me to give the image a sense of scale.

Wide-reaching Roots

They removed the tree yesterday. Which is what made me think of the pics I’d taken.

And speaking of photos… I may be taking a picture or two later today.

There’s a new store opening in town and I am SO excited. How excited? I may even pop over for the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

It’s called The Empty Nest. They sell shabby-chic furniture that’s been re-done using chalk paint.

Here’s a gallery of images if you want to see more.

I’ve been wanting to experiment with chalk paint for a while. I even bought some, but it’s still sitting in the garage. I’m not quite sure how to start.

Which is another reason I am excited about the grand opening of The Empty Nest… they’ll be having workshops.

I really think that The Empty Nest will make a fabulous addition to the collection of shops on Main Street. It really is such a cute little town.

Have I told you lately how much we like our “new” old town?

We do. We really do.