Sometimes Things Fail…Epically

This is an example of a fail.

Not a major failure in the grand scheme of things, but a fail nonetheless.

It’s okay to laugh — I laughed at myself.

It’s one of my better qualities; self-deprecation, not taking myself too seriously.

But seriously, WTF was I thinking?

Check out my Goldfinger — 24K pond — I got a little carried away with being all crafty and thought a simple restoration was in order — you know, Mother’s Day is coming up and my Angel Boy is gonna be here, and I’m singing  the song of a happy mommy.

This morning I received an email to let me know that my tugboat man is a comin’ home too!

Yay!

My Angel Boy AND my Tugboat Man! Woooohoooo!

I’ve been re-inspired to complete a bunch of projects and clean the house (yes, again) so I’ll have free time to play with my two best boys.

So…ya wanna see the debacle? Here ya go — you might need to put your shades on, it’s kinda bright…in the sun….the blinding glare of a haphazardly spray painted nature pond.

I’m definitely conveying a mixed message here.

Is it a garden sanctuary or Jersey Shore? Wow.

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I had to turn off the pump for the waterfall; too much overspray from the gold paint. Yes, you’re seeing correctly–for some reason, I painted the trunk of that tree.

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I’m very proud of this pond — except for the gold. I dug it out, mixed and poured the concrete with no help from anyone, and that includes placing each and every rock and boulder.

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This is an epic fail. My task this afternoon is to empty the water and try a wire brush to remove as much of the paint as I can.

If THAT fails, I’ll have to send out a mayday call for a captain to assist.

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76 thoughts on “Sometimes Things Fail…Epically

  1. You were just experimenting to see if it could be done! And you have proven that indeed a tree trunk can be painted. Yeah on your tugboat man coming home and also your son.

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    • Thank you, you got it, just an experiment ha ha! Sometimes they’re successful, other times they are NOT! I’m on my way out to the garden to see how I can dull the shine. I did a bit of sewing yesterday, that’ll be a post in a couple days- I recovered the torn cushion from our outside swing. It came out pretty good! Hope you’re having a productive weekend too.

      On Sat, May 4, 2013 at 12:14 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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  2. Great post, and I think that Esteban The White Van Man is right about this being surreal, and that you think calling your ex to ask about the paint job is even more surreal. Mon Dieu ma femme, que se passe-t-il? BTW I un-privated that post for you. Enjoy…. ( I say that with raised eybrows, though I’m sure you can give me very useful feedback as a ‘femme’, you know….)

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  3. Better to have been creative and failed, than to not be creative at all! If I had a dollar for every craft project that didn’t turn out right I’d be rich! AND now there’s always CraftFail.

    YAY for loved ones coming home!

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      • Wire-brushed are very good when used well, and if YOU don’t have the patience to scrub until it all comes off then you should ask for help to get it off. There are a few things that are better and that don’t leave such unsightly marks, namely chemicals that can penetrate deeper and get it all off in one go.

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      • I think it’s time for me to quit and let the Master finish the job. I call him Master only cos he’s called Master on all the merchant mariner documents, not for any other reason, even if he tries to bribe me to call him Master in public, I CAN be bribed, only he hasn’t offered up the right one just yet. And he’s a Master with projects like this and he has a lot of patience. You would need it too, if you were married to me!

        On Sat, May 4, 2013 at 2:21 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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  4. Yes, I agree. Good paradigm. want more gold too. Perhaps you should ask Tugboat man to fix it when he comes over on Mother’s Day. Surely that is THE solution. ( will you be wearing your little back Chanel number?)

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  5. I’m surprised that YOU would fail. Love the responses to the posts. Don’t be sad. It’s ok, the pond is only a part of the problem. i don’t want to shock you, but I think the house is more important, the dwelling must be decorate and inviting to the beautiful Tugboat couple. The symbol of the alliance and the coming of Fate are two different things.

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    • Oh, but you haven’t been around long enough to know what our house looks like, encrusted in seashells and all my collections and hubs marlinspike seamanship. Neighbors call our house a museum; hubs likes to think of as his sanctuary to come home to from his oceangoing assignments. And even the front door and the bathroom walls are covered in seashells, “Enchanted Seashells” is real. I’m not really sad, I think I’m totally adorable but my pretend sadness is for enjoyment. Joie de vivre all around. It’s nice to know you, although you scared me a bit…:) I’ve lived a very sheltered life.

      On Sat, May 4, 2013 at 3:03 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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      • Seashells, they are SO representative of things. You can hear the sea, look into ourself, be ensconced, perfect, a world within a world. Sometimes you have to come-out of it too. This is perfect for sea-shell inhabitants. It’s nice to know you too, and I’m quite patient really and fearless. I also was sheltered, like ‘à l’abris’, but some really beautiful sea shells are just there to make adventures and for those singular purveyors of one sea shell to go all-out, I hope I didn’t shock you too much!

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      • Marlinspike seamanship, really, how else?! How do you like fishing yourself? Spikes are good, clean kill… separates the men from the boys (ah oui!?) I’m hearing this program on TV going way in depth about Sex in the city. Errr… It’s interjecting here with what I don’t want to say.

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  6. Merci Madames la capitaine de remorqueuse, je vous souhaite une très bonne nuit et suis bien-aise de vous connaître. Vous ne serez jamais jalouse, car votre serviteur, dans cette épopée ne comprends guère que sa maîtresse, vous sdites ‘vous’, n’est-ce pas un honneur, un humble devouement qui se porte presque uniquement pour votre altesse, sinon qu’une pensée profonde puisse l’en retirer. Que j’en morde, les pensées les meilleurs ne sont que a vous!

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  7. Lesson learned. Sometimes, nature doesn’t require Chanel bling, I guess. Save that gold spray paint for the gold spray paint season–that gold seashell wreath will put Martha Stewart to shame.

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    • The wire brush actually helped to dull the shine; I called my ex (in construction) and he told me about some concrete sealant I should get so I can paint and it won’t all flake off like it always has, and then hubs said he was flying home on Thurs and I think I’ll leave it for him to fix, cos I don’t have the patience! Concrete stain is a good idea, too, but with my hubs/son coming home, I better get started cleaning the house and getting some groceries in–it’s time for me to start baking!

      On Sun, May 5, 2013 at 8:42 AM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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  8. I’m glad your tugboat captain is coming home! Still trying to figure out what you were trying to do with your pond? You know still water breeds mosquitoes, right?

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  9. Kudos for going for the crafty, even if it didn’t turn out the way you wanted. I would have thought EVERYTHING looks better with a little gold paint:-)

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