Okay, I dragged it home. Now what?

I was at a yard sale over the weekend and spotted this headboard and footboard and my eyeballs bugged right out of my skull. To me it is glorious in all its chippy goodness. And the colors! Annie Sloan would weep. So it got stuffed into my car along with a couple tables and I went home triumphant.

Mr. Bad, upon seeing the headboard, said: "Well, you'll have your work cut out for you repainting this."

Say what?

So I explained (again) about chippy perfection and he said: "So what are you going to do with it?"

THAT is the $20,000 question. What am I going to do with it? 

The house is full. We have large rooms but no wall space. In the great room we have windows on one wall, built-in bookcases on another and the wood stove with lots of brick on the third.

So I dragged the headboard around the house thinking 'There? No. Hmmm. There? Yikes, no.' 
That thing is HEAVY!

I could put it above the bed where a Pendelton blanket now hangs. (And has been for 15 years.)

 

 Uhhhh. No. Not even.

(Does anyone else do a Photoshop mock-up when it's too hard to just try out an idea?)

(The good news is I found a wonderful old French tapestry to put on that wall. Mr. Bad is thrilled. I can't even tell you how thrilled he is. Building a new frame, spackling the old holes, trying to match the paint. Blah blah, you know the drill. He's trying to rebuild an engine and I keep distracting him with my little projects. I'll post a picture when we get it hung.)

 Back to the bed, turned sideways it might make a great divider.

 Too much work. I need a third piece and I don't want to cut the legs off. So, no.

I should have been painting but instead I was dragging this heavy chunk of wood around the house. Mr. Bad was out of town so I had time to figure this out without distraction from him. He reminds me I have Doctor's orders to not move heavy furniture. So I change things when he's on the road and he gets to be surprised when he gets home. It's how we roll.

But, truly, I am super careful when moving furniture. I respect my doctor and follow his orders. I have a hand truck, a dolly and an understanding of the laws of physics. And if the piece is ginormous I leave it alone. No need to get silly and snap some bones.

So, next, I put the pieces behind the sectional. Nope. The back of the headboard is too unsightly.

Finally I tried the headboard on my brick bench - behind my Mora clock to see if that worked.

Well, okay! I can live with this a while. The foot board is fine behind the sectional so that's where it will live .... for now.

Huh. Guess I was tired after a day of dragging heavy chunks of wood around the house. I didn't realize that this picture was blurry. Let's just call it soft focus and pretend I did it on purpose.

And now it's back to painting!

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