as fair as a day in may…

i think i am getting way way behind in my blogging.  it is not that i haven’t thought about it, i have.  but, i have been busy….like painting.  i have been slowly (and boy do i mean slowly) painting the rooms of my house white…heirloom lace…to be exact.  it has been a tedious project.  add to that the holidays that came and went…my visiting granddaughter (who came and went) and just life (that is here and NOT went, thank goodness).

one of the projects that has diverted my attention is a farm table that i sanded, stained, and waxed.  i also painted the legs black.  the top of the table, when sanded revealed a gorgeous bare wood with all the embellishments i love….knot holes, distressing and general blemishes.  the first round at staining came out great…only to result in the traumatic spill of a dark stain when trying to “tweak” the first round….actually, i felt like i wanted to throw it all out the window and chop it into firewood….but the fact that we have no fireplace put a halt to my impetuosity.  so the table was dragged outside again..sanded down to her beautiful nudity and re-stained.  the results were certainly worth it….

i used a stain of steel wool marinated in vinegar for 24 hours or a bit more.  it is gorgeous.  the resulting color is aged wood in shades of gray and brown…i do LOVE it…

here is a pic of the finished product….

the stained top

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this is my man….

my husband was born in south western ohio.  in hocking county. the country side there is pretty rural…lovely farm land and rolling hills. small towns. neighbors who know each other and holler out as they drive by.

the church congregations are very connected.  bake sales and pot lucks…rummage sales and fund raisers.  folks there are tight.  they speak with a slow ohio accent.

my husband’s aunt mildred used to always call him “my man”….i had not heard that term used before.  what did i know back then?  i was a city girl…a motown production.

i have lived in the country and i have lived in the city.  i liked them both….maybe i am really a country mouse and a city mouse at the same time…..but i digress….

mildred always referred to my hubs as “my man”.  i guess it has a certain rural appeal.

anyway,,,,,,”my man” had a birthday earlier this month. he was born in ohio but raised in flint, michigan.  his father was an employee of fisher body owned by general motors.  his mother was a nurse.  my man attended school at flint central  his allegiance is still there.  memories of school friends and events are close to his heart…

my man is also a navy man.  he was a medic in the navy , stationed in the middle of the desert in hawthorne, nv.  i think it is rather amusing that for a navy man, he had never stepped foot on a ship.  for his birthday, he wanted a navy cap.  so that is exactly what he got….a navy cap, a navy tshirt and a navy pocket watch.

that man of mine is one handsome sailor!  happy birthday, my man……and may you have many many more !