Remember a few days ago when I shared a picture of my sad back yard after a fight with my husband drove me out there. I was stressed out, and I wanted my yard to be a haven, but it wasn't.
Well, yesterday while planting seeds and watering "gardens" with my son, I decided I was going to do everything in my power to make it a haven for myself.
I can't afford new pots to pretty up my patio, so I was going to take my old weather worn pots and paint them. Most of my pots are plastic and cracked and not even a coat of paint will help them, so I picked out my favorite terra-cotta pot. I love it because of its shape.
I took it inside, and I scrubbed many years of yard dirt off the outside and inside of it.
Then after it had dried I started prepping it to be painted.
Have you ever painted terra cotta? Unless you seal it it is thirsty and drink up LOTS of paint. Well, I don't have terra cotta sealer, but I do have gesso.
Last night I put not one, not two, but THREE coats of gesso on the thing. I was super excited. I was going to come home tonight and put on a turquose base coat, then I was going to decorate it with spots and stripes. I was hoping to plant some petunias in it. Or some moss roses.
Well, got home from work today and my pot was not where I left it. The cardboard I painted it on was there, the round white ring where my pot was sitting when I left for work was there, but my pot was gone.
I asked my husband, "Where is my pot?"
"Oh." He said. "Well, I wanted that hole puncher and it fell. I don't know how it fell it just did."
That was it. He didn't offer and apology or anything.
And last night I had been gushing to him about how I was going to paint my old pots since we can't afford new pots, and I was going to make my back yard pretty.
And there is a very LARGE part of me that things he broke it on purpose.
I went out back to pick the next pot, but they are all the hideous cracked plastic ones. Nothing can make them pretty, and any spark of inspiration I had is gone now.
So, just like that my excitement and dreams of trying to pretty up my back yard with what I have on hand have been shattered into a million pieces....just like what used to be my favorite pot.