Buckle your seatbelts muchachos! The Faux Bois bug snuck right up into Moss Cottage and bit me on the arse. Yes indeedy. From here on in expect to see everything covered in knotty pine. For a couple of months now I’ve had faux bois wallpaper on the brain. Secretly fantasizing about stenciling over great swaths of it. Flash forward to this weekend. I was in the hardware store picking up an arsenal of new spraypaint colors when the idea came to me, as if in a dream. It was the voice of James Earl Jones urging me to go to the contact paper aisle. And that’s when I saw them. 3 rolls of the most fabulous wood grain patterns ever. 15 feet of salvation staring me in the face.
So forget whatever nonsense I was spewing about whatever latest obsession had me by the throat.
There’s a new girl in town. And her name is Faux Bois.
After a breakfast date with a pesto chorizo frittata and a friend, I spent a peaceful day cutting a few stencils and trying out some of my new paint colors. I spotted this bit of humorous street art on a wall near the restaurant.
Contrast if you will the difference between one of my current boxes of paint…
and the new cans. I’m going to try my level best not to lose these lids. And to turn the can upside down and spray until it runs clear amen.
Here are the complete pages from Friday.
While I sprayed the Missus pondered the furthest reaches of the tree limbs.
She did some quick calculations of branch strength and her weight and decided to go ahead with her plan. Up, up, up she went.
And when at last she had found a suitable spot she settled in for a long winter’s nap. Yes she did. Note the paw dangling limply over the edge.
My girl Randi sent me out some birthday mailart that I haven’t stopped looking at. That’s the best kind. The kind you want to study over and over again. That cool little folder is going straight into the visual journal. Part of my package were these enormous circus letters. I have big plans for them which may or may not involve woodgrain contact paper.
Many dear thanks for the birthday thoughts. From where I sit up here at seat #45 the view is great. You kittens still in your 30’s have something to look forward to I promise. And you mighty She-Bears pushing 60, 70, and 80 I can hear you chortling all the way from the fourth row. Save me a seat.