Sometimes you create something that just doesn’t work. Over the past four years I’ve had a few of those. When that happens I have to do one of two things recreate or move on. I’m not one for moving on and giving up on a piece. So many times I’ve recreated a piece over and over until Ta-Da I reach success.
I’ve had this small table for a while now. It has made it’s rounds to a few of my stores. I’ve had lots of chairs with it but none of them seem to ever really fit the bill. I’d end up selling the chairs but the little table just set there. I knew that it would be great if I could only find chairs to work. They needed to be special and make sense with the table. For weeks the table sat with no chairs, no buyer and no complete restored life.
Last weekend it was like I walked into an estate sale that had the perfect set of chairs. Only problem was the chairs went to a really sad lame table set. I knew I could make these chairs work with the table and give it another chance. I took this picture at the house where the sale was FYI my floors would never be this dirty. I know the lady who owned the estate sale company so I thought maybe she will let me separate the set and buy the chairs. Bingo! She was willing to sell me just the chairs. I had those babes in the truck so fast before she changed her mind. I couldn’t wait to get them into my work space and give them a little Blue Happy love. They were really dirty (that’s and understatement). So after 2 hours of cleaning and scraping I painted, sanded and clear coated. I had to remove the back and seat of the chairs and clean the vinyl. It to was so dirty they went from a dingy blue to a beautiful soft blue.
While putting the chairs back together I got so excited. These chairs felt like none of the other sets I put with the table. These chairs felt like a perfect match. I do believe they are the perfect match. I only hope that someone else will see them that way. I’ve been ask if I have ever had a piece I restored not sell. No that has never happened. If it does I’ll gladly gift it to someone who needs it. Sometimes needs are met by the events of others lives. I wouldn’t see that as a failure but a blessing.
Today I had a conversation with a friend. We talked about failure and how life changes when those events in our lives change things. After this conversation I sat and thought about what we had said. In a round about way failure is God’s way to teach us. It is only wasted life if failure is excepted and not learned from. I’m watching a life event play out right in front of me. It is in all terms failure happening. I can’t do anything about it because I’m powerless to a way to fix it. I just have to continue to watch and pray it will take a turn. I’m learning from it. I guess it’s what happens when you get older. You are able to see things for what they are and not what you want them to be. Laced with prayer only time will tell.
