First I dismantled the piece, taking off the peg board and popping off the buttons on the cushioned front I left the yellowed ribbons in place because I waned to use some Lindy's sprays to color the fabric and ribbons at the same time. Some of the colors I sprayed randomly were: , I then did a bit of stenciling across the fabric surface and added some white stripes for contrast. I repeated the process on the buttons, and once the piece was dry, I glued the buttons back in place.
I spray painted the black iron piece with white Krylon paint then proceeded to make a very light wash of antique white acrylic paint to apply to the natural wood frame since I still wanted the wood grain to show through the paint.
I dug deep into my scrapbooking supplies to find a transparency that would compliment the colors I chose for the cushioned board, and I love how it all tied in together once I added some antique tatting lace to the top and bottom of the peg board section and finished the entire pece off with pretty Prima flowers and a couple of bead dangles.
The piece serves to showcase some of the things that I love and that bring me to a "Happy Place": pictures of my granddaughter, some lovely quotes that I enjoy reading, an old business card reminding me how much I enjoyed my job when I was a Newspaper Editor and Pablo Neruda's (my favorite poet) poetry. Thank you for taking a moment to share some meaningful tidbits of my life with me!
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.