This idea started when my friend Donna at Distressed Donna Down Home sent me a package that amongst other things, contained some sand dollars. She knows I love beachy stuff for my beachy master bedroom. (Thank you Donna!!) She told me they were kind of dirty. She told me I should bleach them and put them out in the sun.
Hmmmm...it's the dead of winter, not much sun and with temps in the 20's, not really excited about opening windows for ventilation. I will confess to you right now that I laid these sand dollars out on my craft table and looked at them for a couple of days while the song, "Dirty White Boy" by Foreigner kept running through my head. (Oh how that tune plays on my
I decided to give them a couple of coats of Annie Sloan Pure White and see what happened. You can see what a difference it made with just one coat on half.....
No bleachy smell, no long wait for them to dry and still Foreigner banging around in my brain. Then the issue of how to get them on my wall became the dilemma. I kind of wanted a gallery wall, but I really didn't want lots of frames and big nail holes in my new master bedroom wall. Soooooooo.....
I got the brilliant idea of hot glueing thumbtacks onto the back side of them.
Now, when Foreigner is playing in your head, you might possibly have some kind of flashback and get the crazy idea that "more is better". I started putting thumbtacks on the backs of all kinds of shells, glass pebbles and starfish as well.
Before the mood left me, I headed into the bedroom and started pinning them on the wall.
Then, just like in the late 70's, it became difficult to know when to stop. Just like in the late 70's, I kept going.
I didn't worry too much about all the little thumbtack holes in the wall because I knew they'd be easier to patch and repaint later, if I get tired of this look. I do kind of wonder what Sam will say when he gets home tonight, but then.....
"I've been in trouble since I don't know when
I'm in trouble now and I know somehow I'll find trouble again
I'm a loner but I'm never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone"
*sigh*Maybe he'll be impressed with the way my reading light throws shell-ish shadows across the wall at night. Maybe he'll find that romantic. Maybe.
Maybe he'll notice how well it goes with my beach wreath. Maybe.