Now I have a confession to make. I have been known to go the dump and bring home more than I have taken. Alas, I didn't find much last Saturday when we arrived at the dump, but I decided to poke around some more in the metal pile to see if there was something shabby and unique to paint.
The pile of scrap metal at our dump is huge, probably 40 feet wide and 30 feet high and I don't know how many feet deep. I just skimmed around the outskirts of it and founds bits of old bikes, strollers, umbrellas, fridges and stoves, but nothing that really peaked my interest. Then I noticed something at my feet that looked like it was made out of plaster. It was upside-down and I began to smile when my brain registered what it probably was. I could see that there was some kind of instrument, being held in some hands and a couple of wings!!! Close by, about eight inches away I found a broken foot. Could it be??!!! I turned it over and this beautiful "angelic" face looked up at me. I could hear her pleading to me "Please take me home with you. My foot is broken and I am so alone here all by myself!" "Oh, dear Baby" I said. "No more fears; I indeed will take you home with me and you shall have a special place to hang on my bedroom wall with my other plaster angels". My husband just shook his head and chuckled when I showed him who I had found. He knew that I would give her a loving home.
A few days ago I tried to glue her foot back on, but carpenters glue just wouldn't work. I thought that I might have some Plaster of Paris hanging around somewhere, so I trekked down to the basement and of course there was a box of it waiting patiently for me and my latest project. I am happy to say that the P-of-P
worked wonderfully and the broken foot has been mended. Now I have to decided whether I will give her a few coats of white paint or try to restore her to her shabby gold gloriousness! What do you think I should do?