Is it a desk? Is it a hutch?
Oh, let's compromise and call him Dutch.
Hello All, meet Dutch:
Would that make Phil Dutch's Uncle?
The above photo was the day after his all-night bender (Dutch's, not Phil's). Here's how he looked before, all crashed out in the bed of the truck. I think it cost me $12 to get him out of lockup. Phil was not thrilled. But he came around. :)
I refused to post bail for the old toilet rug.
Dutch sat in the basement for nigh on three years while I got down to more important business. Like improving my personal best times on my sudoku app.
Dutch finally wore me down, as most cute furniture dudes with sexy legs do. I sanded and scraped, and sanded some more. I believe the desk surface is a walnut veneer, my favorite species ever. Unless Schnauzers were a species. Then those would be my favorite.
And since I mentioned Schnauzers, here's your Eddie fix for today!
Time to get busy with it. Behr Marquee in satin black and GF Java Gel.
Let's take a moment and check out the corner where Dutch will be squatting. It was previously occupied by my daughter's desk that I made over for her. It has since gone back to live with her. Unfortunately, she didn't also take the cat.
Seriously, go check out that desk post. I'd forgotten about it and it just made me laugh my generous ass off. And I usually hate going back and reading my old posts.
For you lazy bums who won't go read that post, here's the messy, non-staged corner that is blogging central:
And presenting . . . Dutch!
And you know you've missed that clock.
He gets plenty of glare, however.
Dutch's really nice, woody parts got stained, and the rest got paint.
The light-colored back portion got three different colors of paint before I was satisfied. Actually, I'm not sure I love it yet, but if I add any more paint, there won't be room left on the shelves. I ultimately painted it the pale yellow I used in my master closet.
Did you see my owl sitting atop Dutch's noggin? That's Al the Owl. (If you're new here, I have an owlbsession.)
My sweet friend Tracy is an awesome artist and she made him for me as a housewarming gift. Thanks Tracy! She lives in Oklahoma and said his name is Al because he's made of Alcohol ink (and because that's how they pronounce "owl" in those parts). Haha!
And what about those awesome Coca-Cola bottles? My other sweet friend Andrea (yes, I have only two friends) sent them to me as a gift for my Coca-Cola pantry! I have the best blog friends ever!
She actually gave me four bottles, but Dutch is a dirty little thief who stole two of them so he'd look cuter in these photos. It worked.
Okay, I lied. I have a third friend who gave me a coaster. What does that have to do with anything?
Now I have a nice place to sit and drink.
I definitely meant to say blog. Not drink. Oh, who am I kidding?
But this coaster is far more appropriate, don't you think?
This coaster was from my sister. Does she count as a friend?
Definitely my friend:
Let's take a last look, shall we?
Dutch is quite a treat now, don't you think?