Sick somehow my child got sick, heavily sick, heard hard and long could not get better. I no longer know what to do, I ask him: "Well, what do you want? Speak, what to please you?" He looked at me with a test look and said: "I want an aquarium, with fish!" I rake quickly and in the store for aquarium. I bought a little - 17 liters. Everything started with him.
Watching the fish turned out to be so fascinating that in a few months I had already scored a bigger aquarium for myself. It turned out 100 liters. Under it was made chest of drawers, but! The lid of the chest decided to progress and refused to keep a heavy item. Then I began to sort out all the possible options - where to put it. There were two small bedside tables at home with another Soviet sample. They themselves are not old, they simply lay for a very long time in a warehouse, and then we got on the occasion completely free.
Packs from chipboard and waslated were ordinary texture. I made them next to and hoisted the aquarium from above. At least the lid does not work for them, because in the middle there is a support, even two. I ordered them a common lid in the furniture workshop. But while she was done, I decided to do the nightstands themselves. Forwards, I was distinguished by plastic decorations from them. They seemed to me not very attractive. The holes from the decorations covered with a simple spacious. I bought a simple acrylic paint in the store, there it was hide as I wanted.
Then I tried to find suitable pictures with the image of sailboats, made in the engraving. I did not like anything. I had to take a photo of sailboats, from color to make sepia and print on a color printer. On the usual jack. I have no other house.
The bedside tables painted the paint layer at times, dried, then the PVA glued pictures with sailboats and covered the plow from above. That's when I started covering the image on top of the glue, then the red color was climbing the pictures (it was printed in brown tones). Here I started panic. But I had to tweaking the situation. I collected a red koler, dried bedside tables, then covered everything, except for a picture of another paint layer. The picture itself is a little faded. Eh! I have an artistic education, even if children's! He took a color pencil and sat down shadow strokes, drawn the junction, ropes, sails ... and ... just turned out to be such an effect that I wanted. Clear shrinks appeared. Then covered all the varnish and here it is: two bedside tables that look like one thing. Well, or try to look like this.
When I reworked the bedside tables, then my homework treated it calmly: well, I am having fun and fun. They are accustomed. But then I came to the conclusion that the bed from these bedside tables also needs to be alterated. Moreover, the niece was practiced on her with a red permanent marker. That is, he entered into the paper and washed him not possible.
When the husband came home and saw a discharged mattress, the floor-elimated newspapers and a semi-bred bed on the back of which I bravely waved the roller, he stood silently, looked and said: "Bad!" His shock state did not allow him to squeeze something else. In his eyes from a dark brown bed, the colors became very light. Sailboats I no longer hidels, so I chose an image with a lighthouse "Swallow Nest".
Here you go. At the bottom of the bank, there were a little paint and somehow in the morning, until my men slept, I got out on the loggia and took up the chair. This is an old chair, which belonged to my grandmother. He was shaky, with the upholstery in the stains, but still very strong. Rejected the seat, removed the snow tool, cut into the form of a parrolon and a piece of knitted tissue in a strip, the cloth wrapped the seat and attached the cloth with furniture cloves. The chair was painted several times, and after drying it is assembled and is given in the project position.
Well, after repair, I hung up new curtains, providing them with pickups. Pickages are fastened on rude velcro and cling to hooks screwed into the wall. In the decoration specially used the braid reminiscent chain.
Closer
And finally. I came to mind the idea to make me from the remains of the Parolon Muntful puffs on the chairs.
It's simple - a piece of parolona, a cover on the castle. The cover this time I sewed from the dress in which my aunt was waiting for my brother. Fabric soft and warm. She is still Scotland, from Soviet times.
This is how the cabin of my captain Sori-Head is shitting!