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How To Paint Kids Furniture
- Kids furniture is specially designed for kids. It is usually designed with eye-catching colors and styles that are suitable for children. Some kids furniture is designed with space-saving functions like storage drawers and desks built into the beds.
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- a substance used as a coating to protect or decorate a surface (especially a mixture of pigment suspended in a liquid); dries to form a hard coating; "artists use `paint' and `pigment' interchangeably"
- apply paint to; coat with paint; "We painted the rooms yellow"
- make a painting; "he painted all day in the garden"; "He painted a painting of the garden"
- A colored substance that is spread over a surface and dries to leave a thin decorative or protective coating
- An act of covering something with paint
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Like a lot of children, when I was a kid I often imagined my "dream house". We lived in a teensy tiny little 4 room duplex with what I'd now call a "kitchenette", and though it was a really happy childhood, that didn't stop me from wishing to live somewhere I didn't lock elbows with a sibling at the dining room table that overfilled its space, and where I didn't have to share a bedroom with a younger sister and two rowdy baby brothers. What I imagined that dream house would look like evolved over the years, depending on what I was carrying home from the library. Some favorites I recall were the Irish cottage set on a picturesque cliff (my handsome husband was a fisherman in those), the minor castle- not to be confused with today's hideous and inappropriate "starter castles" popping up everywhere- with multiple loyal servants (my Arthurian phase), and the ante-bellum manse where a child could hide from chores and parents for QUITE a long time (seeing Gone With The Wind mighta had some influence here). As I recall, all of them involved huge swaths of lush surrounding landscape, and nary a neighbor in view. After grade school we moved north an hour and into a ranch house that, while hardly spacious by today's standards, was so much larger than our old place that my fantasies of huge abodes diminished as my attention turned to the necessary studying, afternoon jobs, and all else I would need to concentrate on if college was to be in my future. And though I was still sharing a room with my sister, that seemed like a luxuriously small number compared to earlier. Housing-wise, I was content. But then- and former design students of all stripes will relate- when I discovered museums in college, and was taking classes in scenery and costume design in graduate school, I began a long stream of passionate affairs with fantasy houses again. Each a bit more elaborate than the one before. As I studied various styles and artists, I one-after-the-other fell in love with the arches and turrets of the Romanesque, the frou frou of the Regency, the voluptuousness of William Morris, the high delicate drama of Chinoiserie, the stately opulence of Inigo Jones, the over-the-top detail of Victoriana, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. The houses of my neuvo-fantasies were immensely grand and ornate. And then, just at the point when my head was about to explode from design element overload (the inside of my brain much resembled Owen Jones' "The Grammar of Ornament"), I discovered the exquisite simplicity and elegance of both classical Japanese design, and the spare beautiful aesthetic of the American Shakers. Clean lines. Only elegant and essential details. Much open space so the eye can rest. Nothing larger or grander than is necessary. Whenever I was in one of those rooms, it was as if someone had injected me with a sense of calm and well-being. It was restful. It was pleasing. It was satisfying. So that was about 30 years ago when I realized that I could love all those elaborate design styles and periods, and could use them daily in my work, without needing to live in a place filled with them. When I knew that I wanted to live in a simple, practical, uncluttered environment with a few exquisite decorative pieces placed here and there. So is that how I live??? Not even close, though it's still exactly what I want. The problem, of course, is the STUFF one accumulates; especially if one has had several handcraft based careers, each of which required a new set of materials and tools and books. And then there are the dozens of dead loved-ones houses you've helped clean out, adopting the possessions of theirs that you couldn't bear to see thrown away. The defunct appliances that you're naively SURE can still be fixed. The clothes from your thinner days that you're convinced you'll fit into again. The furniture pieces that friends left with you "until they got themselves settled somewhere" (never happened). The "extra" service for 8 you use once a year on Thanksgiving that has to be stored the rest of the year. The "art" that people have made for you that they expect to see on your wall when they visit. The garden tools for the garden you used to have, kept in hopes that you'll have sun in some future yard. And also, and also, and also...... Not to mention the possessions of your pack rat roommates. But I'm an optimist. I still have a dream house. It has several of small rooms. Friendly neighbors nearby. Room for guests. A big kitchen table. A small garden and patio. Lots of light. Nice, comfortable, simple furniture. Beautiful, uncluttered surfaces. A restful feeling as soon as you walk in the door. Why, I do believe it will be precisely the opposite of this inelegant, cluttered and claustrophobic space where I spend most of my waking time. Sigh.
New York rain....................... (Update: Sold for $ 250,000.00)
Water color on Gessoed canvas by my 9 year old daughter Amber She twisted my arm to put this on Flickr. we don't even live in NY Update: This larger than life painting was sold for a quater of a million after I signed this gaint painting and gave it a french name. It hung in a prestige gallery for a few months than in a social gathering of high class art collectors and rich folks, it was introduce as an abstract modernism painitng. I recall in my speach I mentioned that how I combined cubism, abstract, modernism and bolognaism to convey human excistence suffering and emotions of city dewlers. Those intellects around me, just sip their Chablis and Cabernet while I rambled about how those dark clouds repesent the dark emotion of modern man............... The lady who bought the peice, said, she like it 'cause of its enormous size and it looks great with her expensive furniture, in her new penthouse. Also is a great conversation peice in her parties. Whaterver...... Ture story ............almost..........