Chippy Ol' Fireplace

A fireplace. Growing up my family had a fireplace and I remember in the winter my sister and I would snuggle with a bunch of blankets next to it while we watched TV. Lets fast-forward to now where I own my own house and I don’t have a fireplace. Though a fireplace was on my “must-have” list, it became a back seat need when we found our beautiful home. However, my longing to have a fireplace did not go away.

This must be the reason I became infatuated with the idea of having a faux fireplace in our house.  So the search began. I initially found an old white one in the West Bottoms on a Saturday afternoon. The hefty price tag deterred me from making the purchase, which in return haunted me until the following month when the West Bottoms opened up again. This time, making my hubba hubba tag along, I was sure to get that darn white fireplace.

Of course, my plan did not go as I expected.  We get to the store that the fireplace is supposed to be at, has to be at, I look high and low on the 3 floors and even ask someone if they still have it. No. it’s gone. This makes me pout the rest of our shopping trip. I can’t leave empty handed. I came with the intention of getting that fireplace.

As we leave with my lip sticking out, I decide to stop into one last store. We walk in and there it is. My fireplace. It’s not the one I intended on getting. It’s better. Like a million times better. Unfortunately, the price is higher, too. The owner of the fireplace sees us eyeing and comes over to give some additional information on the piece. Then she says those magical words, “if you have cash I can give you a better offer.” YES! I was ecstatic to be getting a fireplace, better than the one I originally wanted and it was even at a lower price, too!

I am now the proud owner of my very own fireplace.

Rather Be Junkin'<3

Heather 

Barn Door Turned Desk

As some of you know I have a slight obsession with doors. I’m not sure where my love of doors came from, however I know that when I see any kind of door I’m drawn to it. The doors that interest me the most are older and usually have chippy paint. Any color of chippy paint is great. The character that old beat up doors have is unexplainable. Much like any other old junkin’ item, the story that door could tell is something we’ll never know.

So naturally, when I came across this door that was used in someone’s barn and has MANY colors of chippy paint, I knew I had to have it. The kind of know that I pouted to my husband as we continued shopping around Excelsior Springs, MO. He knew it, too. As we got into my car to leave he finally looked at me and said, “go get it.” Yaaaaaaaay! I went back into the store and the ladies knew what I was there for.

Of course, now I have my second door and I can’t hang it on a wall, too. So what am I going to do with it? Well, at first I didn’t know. Which if you know my hubba hubba, you know that he does not like me purchasing things that I have no idea what I’m going to do with. After some time I knew the perfect use for it. A desk.

Seemed easy enough at first, the door would serve as the top of the desk, but we needed to find some legs. Between the two of us, my hubba hubba and I came up with a few different ideas. A few of these ideas included galvanized piping (super expensive), old sewing table legs (usually used for another repurposed table or expensive as well), or the many random pieces of metal I found while junkin’. I wasn’t completely sold on any of these ideas until I came across some old patina metal at an antique place. I knew right then that it was another one of those, “I have to have it” moments. And boy was I right.

After going back and forth with the hubba hubba as to how the metal would work as legs, we were finally on the same page. Chris then began his handy-man work and I supervised… as much as he let me. Apparently watching over someone while they work is frowned upon, who knew.

So here we are, with my desk complete with the exception of finding a piece of glass to lay over the top. I couldn’t be more ecstatic with how it turned out. The way the turquoise color flows up the metal leg and across the door is something of magic. The rusted metal works great with the rust color chippy paint on the door. The patina metal and chippy paint were made for one another.

I would say my hubba hubba and I make a pretty great team.

Rather Be Junkin' <3

Heather