If I’m going to be blogging I figured it was only right to start from the beginning. Well not THAT far back...but the beginning of this madness with furniture. Spring of 2017 I got a this feeling that I couldn’t pass up a couple of chairs at the Goodwill. They were just too ...hmm... FULL of potential! I decided right away I wanted to paint the heck out of them and use some of that fabric I’d been stockpiling for years. See? It’s not a hoard if it’s USEFUL! I got the chairs and I did 'em up! To the best I knew how at that point anyways. After that it was all over... I was so proud that I took a spray paint can and staple gun to those chairs! I grabbed everything in sight that needed some paint. And here I am a couple years later doing that same thing but with a lot more ‘know how’ and better products! But what was it that got me so excited? What was it about taking something old and on the verge of trash and making it wanted again? Maybe just because it’s just FUN?! I like to think it’s much deeper than that. Maybe I see myself in these old pieces of furniture. Without too many dirty details, I’ll tell you that I have, for most of my adult life, felt undeserving. Undeserving of good things, good people, good fortune. For this reason and all the other negative thoughts that swirl through my head, I self sabotaged a good portion of my early adulthood with parties and irresponsibility and general lack of care for myself or my legacy. A couple of years away from the big 4-0 now.. I’ve gradually, over the last few years, become less of a pity party for myself and more of a ‘what can I do to make it better’-person. My love of creating came back and I’ve been fortunate enough to turn it into a career. Maybe you can’t relate to my story. If you can’t, think about this. When was the last time you had a REALLY shitty day? Like the kind where you couldn't wait to go to bed so it could be the next day that much sooner? What if that day was erased and you never had to recall how bad it could be or learn from the crap that was thrown at you that day. You wouldn’t be able to get a chance grow as a person and be confident in facing a new challenge. Those are the lessons I’ve learners from stripping away years of funk, sanding, rebuilding...a processed that can’t be rushed. My life as a piece of furniture! Take care not to mis the little lessons in life and don't always chalk it up to 'thats just the way it is'. Sometimes theres more than meets the eye. Maybe I just do this for fun. Or maybe it’s because I take it personally, and see myself in each unwanted and under appreciated piece... and I want that piece to feel like it’s life has been saved, and it’s beautiful and loved. -XOXO
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Marchelle Recendez
6/20/2019 09:50:17 am
This is a beautiful way to think. Love your work ❤
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Always Admired
9/9/2019 08:35:11 am
From the moment I saw what you can do, I have been amazed by your work and by you! You are truly one of a kind!
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Laura F
3/9/2020 12:40:03 pm
I love the way you are looking at things now....I've done the same thing, thinking I'm not understood, and trying different outlets to express myself...I started my furniture re-do, repair, refurbish business around the same time, and it has transformed my confidence, my innate shyness, and my belief in myself....glad to be in a "tribe" with you and others like us ;)
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