We gave a party last weekend to celebrate the re-do of our backyard . . . which really happened last year! However, it was the end of summer when all that work was finished on the two upper levels of the yard and then the rains came, so we never got around to doing a yard-warming. This summer was the time, but we had one more thing to do - repair and paint the backyard furniture. The party was a great excuse to finally get it done.
The backyard furniture was a hodge-podge and quite the mess. There was the big wooden table that used to hold all the party food and lately had become a place to store plant fertilizer and such. It had wood rot on one side of the top. I had painted the benches that matched it to look like stressed pottery in a long-ago moment of artistic fervor. Then there were the two $15 chairs that we bought off the back of someone's pickup truck 20 years ago. I had first painted them blue, and then yellow. Now they were dirty and the seats were rotten. Time for change! And the Adirondack chairs we had so lovingly lacquered with marine varnish a few years ago. Yikes! They were a mess from years out in winter rains. Plus a couple of wood folding chairs - who knows where those had come from? One was bare wood and the other was pink.
It was a job. We power-washed all of them. We replaced seats and sanded and pounded and primed, and finally painted. And then painted a second coat. Wayne has a spray painter and wow, it made the job a lot easier. So we fixed it all and painted it red, kinda like the red of the tomatoes in the front yard. Sounds crazy, huh? Here it is drying in the driveway.
And here's the way some of it looks in the backyard. It's beautiful.
My nails look like I dipped them in French's mustard. Who knew anyone would be painting their fingernails lemon yellow, or for that matter sky blue and mint green, in 2013? And then again, who says fingernails should only be red, pink, or orange? Why paint your fingernails at all? It's one of life's burning questions.
