We Are All of us Stars and Deserve to Twinkle - Marilyn Monroe

About a month ago Bill and I went to an estate sale near us on a horse farm that we wanted to see more of.  It was close to us.  We'd driven by it many times and always wondered what the rest of the property looked like.  Bill made me promise we wouldn't buy anything big because the garage was full (situation normal at our house) and I assured him I'd just get smalls.  We were saving our cash for the cruise we were going on the week after...  I started off with good intentions as we oohed and ahhed over the pond, barns and house... and while my hands shook with desire over many of the smalls, I contained myself admirably... until I wandered into the garage.  Then I saw it...  I looked at my friend working the garage...  looked at the piece and back to him with a give-me-a-reason-to-drive-my-hub-crazy look... he whispered a price in my ear... and I melted (for those that know who worked that sale-that garage, please don't tell him anything he said to me made me melt...  I love to give him grief and he knows it...) but I digress... I dashed in a borderline sashay that tried to express I didn't really care about the price and the piece but more urgently than I should have as I suck at poker and went searching for my husband....

"Oh Bill!!!!  I need you to come look at something..."

"Please tell me it's small..."

"Um... just come here..."

"That won't fit in the jeep"...

"I measured already it just fits..."

"It does have sexy lines..."

I RAN to the front of the house and got a sold sticker before Bill was even done feeling the piece to ensure it was sound as well as lovely...  Then I kissed him and hid while he got it into the car.... I know better than being around him when he's about to kill me...

Flash forward to this past weekend.  I had to work for 4 days and Bill had quiet time to play in the garage... and he started on my baby...  He needed something to occupy his time... he's 3 weeks into not smoking and it's amazing how much he's getting done to not think about smoking.  Win WIN!  It's a complete sidebar here but I'm soooo proud of him for doing this...

Back to bringing new life into my find from a month ago.  It's a 6' sideboard that we decided would be a beautiful wine bar.  Before I left for work we went shopping for colors and then I left Bill to his artistic genius.  All weekend long he sent me pictures of his progress.  Even my crew kept asking what he'd gotten done each day.  It was exciting to see the transformation.

It was done by the time I returned home Sunday.  Bill was treating it like a piece of porcelain.  Don't scratch it.  Don't touch it.  I don't want to put it in your car it might get damaged.  Let's put it in the living room (where the kids and animals won't???)...  With kid gloves I handled my husband again and suggested the safest place for his museum worthy masterpiece was... the store... and we brought it there today.  Even in the parking lot people were stopping us and ogling the piece.  It's amazing.  My husband never ceases to surprise me with his talent.

Our 6' sideboard now winebar holds 12 glasses on racks behind the doors and 21 bottles of wine.  We have it priced at $475.  As is everything else... it's at the Queen of Hearts in Alpharetta.  We're at the front of the store to the right of the cashier counter... right behind Joyce... the gal who has been selling china for as long as I can remember... I'll give her a shout out here... If you're looking for transfer-ware of any color... Joyce probably has it.

And while I'm at it... I just wanted to give props to CCA- the dealer that is across from me on King and Queen Streets... I LOVE her cow paintings...  If they fit my decor one of these would be mine!  So... if any of my fabulous friends love cows and need a painting, you should go visit the Queen and see CCAs booth... so I can visit the cow and blow it kisses whenever I want forever... Aren't these just fabulous???  I so want the one on the left.  It screams my sort of crazy love...

With that... I must go back to putting new tags on a stash of vintage handbags I have... Prom season is coming and who wants a bag that you can get in every store when you can get a vintage bag that no one else will have...???  Peace and vintage kisses to all!