Ever since reading this post on Kimba's blog, A Soft Place to Land I have wanted to find a little birdie to fix up and decorate with. I knew she got him at a dollar store but wasn't sure which one. Imagine my glee when I went to Dollar Tree one morning and found a whole shelf full of those tacky little birds!
Since I knew my bestest bud, Kat, would like one, too, I bought two little birds. When I got home I realized that I had grabbed two different styles, one of which was not like the one Kimba had. Since I am such a stalker and she's probably going to be very afraid of me after reading this post, I went back to the store and almost returned the "wrong" style, but thought better of it and just bought another little bird.
Came home, spray painted my heart out, and came up with this cute little hen party.
As cute as this is, this birdie bunch will not be together for long because I've promised my sister the "wrong" bird, and of course I'm taking one of the "right" ones to Kat's when I
steal blueberries visit next week.
Don't look too closely, though, or you'll see my imperfectly beautiful fingerprint on Carlyn's bird
Which of course just made you look. Before she gets back from her vacation and picks up her little chicky, I'm sure I'll attempt to prime and paint that spot. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll call that my signature. Yeah, that's it.
Anyway, in case you're wondering how I did these, all I did was spray paint white primer on them, let them dry, then spray painted them glossy white. And added my fingerprints here and there. Well, not on purpose. I did really well priming and painting them since I had rubber gloves on (oh, my husband is going to have apoplexy when he reads that since they are NOT made from rubber but from some substance I can never remember but should since I'm married to a safety glove man) and could hold them by sticking my fingers in the hole in the bottom of them. That just sounds wrong, but you know exactly what I mean. But when it came time to set them down, I had to do it as gently as I could, even if that meant fingerprints here or there. I bet if I asked really sweetly my husband would build me a dowel kind of thingie to set them on and that way they could stay there after they were painted and I could go about my business without being stuck with a bird on my finger. That sounds bad, too. Maybe I should just quit while I'm ahead.
Thank you, Kimba, for your inspiration and for your welcoming spirit!