Many bloggers work for hours to create a rustic patina on furniture they're refinishing. The flaky, peeling paint on this birdhouse comes naturally. It sat for a long time on a fence post in the back yard of my deceased stepfather.
One day in the 1980's when I was having a bout with the flu, my mother and stepfather brought me a medicine called Theraflu. Knowing how resistant I am about taking medicine, my mother had an article of some sort wrapped up in a large towel. She told me if I took the Theraflu, I would get a decorating surprise.
Well, she had me at "decorating", so I chugged the medicine and starting unwrapping the towel-wrapped object. Both my parents started grinning and laughing to each other, thinking they had pulled one over on me. Seems they had removed this old birdhouse from the fence 'out back' because I had been talking about birdhouses being the rage at that time. They thought this was going to be a big joke on me when they pulled this old shabby birdhouse out (shabby wasn't in back then) and presented it to me.
Can you imagine how much I loved it? It really deflated their glee! So many times over those 30-some-odd years my mother has mentioned how she wishes she hadn't been so quick to give away something she's come to love too. It doesn't matter though 'cuz ...I'm not giving it back!
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