the reason for photo’s on your blog and g+ looking strange and not being able to leave comments too,
something to do with conflict between ie 11 and Google,
the reason for photo’s on your blog and g+ looking strange and not being able to leave comments too,
something to do with conflict between ie 11 and Google,
"happy solstice one and all" a bit blowy and wet for Avebury this morning, so here's memories of last year
been cleaning up this old photo and mount of our dad in his national service days based at Wilmslow, this was what i had to start with all folds and tears ,
but thanks to all this here modern trickery and soft wear stuff we’ve got it to this
he’s hardly changed a bit
Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, "Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side"
He said, "Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side"
Thirty four year ago this month I was at Kenbworth watching led zeppelin
“was it really that long ago, but what a gig”
got the first few coats of varnish on it today
even now it’s starting to look stunning , and i will now take back what i said about the legs their not mahogany or walnut but in fact teak just cross cut grain that’s what makes it look darker.
“Well that was a turn up for the book’s at lacock yesterday” they were there today filming one of those antique programs and i had James Lewis wander onto my stall having a rummage about,
we had a talk for a while, very nice and interesting man really knows what he's talking about, but to me he did seem a lot smaller in real life.
this is a post were I'm going to blow my own trumpet, if you need the job doing and doing right give us a call
before
and after
these were the only two things we had to leave (shame that)
an old bone shaker of some kind, and this old car
not sure what it is have to get our dad to have a look he’d know.
getting back to an earlier blog, made a start on the fresco table today
yes the classic piece of shabby chic one (they'll rot in hell for their crime) by the look of the centre don't even think they knew it was an extending table, but anyway as you can see it’s in the right hands now
as you can see “yessss! we have grain” just the legs to clean up now, underneath the lovely magnolia silk emulsion I'm not sure if it’s mahogany or walnut but I’m getting there, the top is no questions asked teak! and as for finish i think silk to show the grain, witch means thinned varnish x 4 or 5 coats (flat with 600 paper after each) then polish, or should i try what some very old cabinet maker who toured India once told me about, one coat of linseed oil every day for thirty days, then dry for a week then flat and polish.
the fair lady (Duchess of Pavenhill, Restrop, and Ringsbury) poppy bagwash took control Sunday
before
and after, well poppy see you've still got general George S. Patton's left handed golf clubs and the very rare painting of a bowl of fruit by lady affelia balls from the pre raphaelite movement of Dagenham Docks.
the definition of (according to Billy) you take one piece of classic 70,s G plan furniture like this
and do this to it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this week we had a ruling from the European court of human rights stating that any life prisoner should be given the right to appeal, ok all well and good for mass murders but come off it anyone who commits shabby chic life should mean life. this will be an on-going project putting this piece of classic 70,s G plan furniture right so stay tuned to this blog
(sorry i just love real wood)
couldn't make today
but hope you all had a good one
blessings and peace be upon you all
dad’s are funny thing’s really, your mum was always the one that put the plaster on your cut knee, gave you the good night kiss as she tucked you into bed, and cooked all that wonderful food that you hated then but now you have got all the recipes for, your dad on the other hand always seemed to be your hair’s too long, “call that music”, and the all time classic “when i was a lad” do remember one morning at about 3am turning off the Kawasaki kh 400 200 yard’s from home completely bladdered (drunk) so i wouldn't wake him up, going to the front door and after finding it locked deciding to try climbing up the ivy to my bedroom window (which i always kept a jar for times like these) , getting stuck halfway with the laughing fit’s then feeling our grab the back of my jeans and pull me in, “ahh those were the day’s”
and here’s the old buger with mum at our wedding we were lucky to have him there, at christmas he went through a sixteen hour heart operation which isn't bad for a man in his eighty's, so i think this fathers day is just that little bit more special,
“have a good one dad”