Neighborly gestures and spray painted birdcages

People watching (in a non-creepy sort of way) furnishes me with an enormous amount of amusement. Take my neighbor for instance, whom I happen to think is one of the nicest people ever. She’s somewhere in between Aunt Polly from Tom Sawyer and Marilla Cuthbert from Ann of Green GablesShe’s as proper a southern lady as you’ll ever find. She’s the only person who I have ever seen in my entire life washing a car in a starched collared shirt, with every hair primly in place. Her house is unimaginably clean. The floor is probably cleaner than my dishes, and woe betide the speck of dust that finds its unlucky self on one of her shelves! Naturally, I break out in twitches when she wants my girls to come over and visit. She probably cleans for hours after we leave. She’s the one who gave me this birdcage. Actually, she asked me take it to the dump. But, she’s a very intuitive lady and graciously added that I might keep it if I liked. Which I did.

rusty birdcage

She just dotes on my girls. She says things like “oh just aren’t they darlin’!”, and “well I declare, they are just too sweet!”, and “dears” them, and “blesses their hearts”, and pets them until they pretty much think they are the most wonderful little girls that ever dropped down from Heaven. (Mostly I would agree with that, but only if you asked me after 8 p.m. bedtime.)

spray painted birdcage

As I understand it, she’s seen her share of troubles, but there’s nothing sour, dour, or worn out about her! The other morning, the little girls and I walked over to “swap howdies”, as the saying goes. We found her on the front porch rocking comfortably in the energetic breeze of a large plugged in fan. She was wearing a silk dressing gown, drinking coffee out of a dainty tea cup, and eating cheetos out of a silver dish (cheetos were the breakfast of choice for the morning). As the little girls sang into the fan and giggled over how funny their voices sounded, we chatted and rocked. I thought to myself, why isn’t this just the nicest way to grow old!

decorated hutch

I’d really rather be in the “cheetos for breakfast” class of people, than the “I’m just going to be a grump” class of people, wouldn’t you? There is always going to be aspects of life that we won’t find to our liking. We don’t really get to choose when or where the “rust” creeps into our lives, be it the form of money troubles, health troubles, sadness, or whatever. Either which way, we always, always have a choice of how much control we hand over to it. I can always choose to not be a product of my circumstances. Just because my life may have a little “rust” here and there…

gold and white decor

…doesn’t mean I have to let the “rust” define me! My chance to shine isn’t over just because life happens. I believe I’ll put some cheetos on the menu for breakfast tomorrow, what about you? (Figuratively speaking of course, I’m more the coffee and cereal type of girl myself.)

P.S. I used Rustoleum metallic gold spray paint on this, and it has great coverage! The “JOY” sign is available in my shop HERE.

Psalms 9:1   I will praise thee, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will shew forth all thy marvellous works. 

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I'm a mom, blogger, and shop owner. I love all things creative, especially sewing! Follow along at www.chapterthirtyseven.com
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8 Responses to Neighborly gestures and spray painted birdcages

  1. Mary says:

    Oh this made me laugh! Love the cheetos in a silver dish!

  2. This was so beautifully written. I love that you told such a sweet story as a way to share your fun freebie! You painted the perfect picture of your neighbor and I can clearly see her in my head. You should be writing novels, girl! I love what you did with the birdcage and I too, have been guilty of eating Cheetos for breakfast, only I’m a straight out of the bag kind of girl :)

  3. Girl, I agree with Christy!! You should be writing novels. I loved hear about your neighbor and the sweet gem of a birdcage she gave you. It came out beautifully!!!

    xoxo
    Denyse

  4. Luisa says:

    I have to say that I agree with what the girls above said. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Sometimes, I might just skim over posts…but your writing had me lingering on every word. I agree with all that you wrote too. Your neighbor just sounds soooo precious. Love the cage! Visiting from Someday Crafts :-) Have a blessed day!

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