When Sacha asked, "Mom what is the most valuable thing in our house?" I thought it a strange question and told him so. He gave me the sideways look one does when being sneaky and teasing all at once, "Because if you and dad die before Chelsea and I, I want to pick the good stuff, to resale it you know. I want to be one up on Chelsea." Then he laughed at his own clever thinking.
Later I asked Chelsea, if she knew what the most valuable thing was in our house. She looked at me oddly, "No. Why?" So I gave her that sideways look that Sacha given me adding, "Because Sacha knows. And he doesn't even have a masters in business. He is calculating what to scoop on to resale if Daddy and I die before the two of you."
Chelsea laughed, then mumbled ding dong brother, then asked, "...And what should I scoop up first?"
Well considering most the stuff is our house is old, peeling, chipped, cracked, faded, worn... and only valuable to one person's eyes namely mine. I told Chelsea what I told Sacha earlier, "Take the orange armoire 'cause it has chocolate inside."
Both of them shook their heads, and had the same response, "Mom." Yet I could tell they are going to go for the chocolate, they always have.
(Photo: Inside the old cupboard that I painted gray.)
- Repainting old furniture doesn't necessarily devalue it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. But repainting certain antique furniture does. The orange armoire use to be green, and before that gray. When I bought the armoire it was peeling, faded and beyond hope of saving either of those colors that I adore. I painted it red terra which looks burnt orange.
