A Coffee Table Makeover

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Well hi! How have you been? Just popped in to show a coffee table and how it got some whitewash. From behind our jam room’s trash corner to our living room, this table has been a good girl, holding its wood and patina intact, even after all these years: this table belongs to my jam room owner’s mother. This used to be in their London home, in their living. When they shifted to India, this table crossed oceans and ended up in his storage with dead cockroaches and endless candy wrappers,until, God sent me in there 😉 You’ll agree when I tell you that I have this innate ability to make things sound very difficult and myself, extremely talented. No?

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The first day I saw this beauty of a swan table, I told my husband I want to get it home. Of course, then it was a dying table with rusted wheels and ugly nails sticking out. Parties involved (henceforth will be ref to as ‘said party’) did not approve of it and asked me to walk with the table if I had to take it home, I cannot ride with that thing in this car. Lol, he has OCD and I have ‘let’s get filthy things and recycle’, making it an impossible situation. But nagging works! After many, many days of constantly expressing my need to take it home, he finally agreed to honor me with the ride. Thank you God for saving me the ride home in a tuktuk with this heavy thing. I am not in my hay days and I can’t carry wardrobes in Taxis alone, anymore.

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before I get into showing you how, isn’t that little jewelry box a darling? My best friend went to France on a holiday and got me back this! To hold my lavender dreams. It’s these little things she thinks while picking up stuff that makes her so special. This now rests on my newly painted coffee table with other little blue things.

Back to swan coffee table-

Honestly, I thought of keeping the patina intact- it had beautifully chipped sides, gracefully aged and did I say chipped? But then ducco won over varnish! I think its simply because the wood had become dirty. Irrespective of sanding it down and giving it a good wash and dry, it refused to budge. And secondly, it was looking quite out of place in my home. It just stood out and in a bad way. After much thinking and rethinking, I decided on the same old white in which everything else in my home is painted but wanted a bit of that aged wood to show through.

After 2 coats of white, I chipped it carefully on spots to let the aged wood shine. Take a look.

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Dont you just love it! So shabby and chic. I think Rachel Ashwell will approve of this in her ocean front home. If only she was watching this space. Sigh.

The shape of the base was such that it also inspired me to make a chair out of it. I wanted to do a seat and semicircular backrest. Like a statement piece of sorts with tucks. I almost narrowed down on a turquoise base and a coral seating with golden tucks. But the little birdie who stays here told me, simplicity is grace. Don’t change it to who she was. Just live her enough life to make her live another life.

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This is from where I started. That’s Ice-tea btw, not beer. I would have loved to have a beer right now, but this is ice tea!

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First I took out all the ugly nails sticking out

Thoroughly cleaned it with soap water

Next, I sanded it down a bit keeping the chippy, crackly surfaces and gave it two coats of white. Asian Paints plain white is what I use with a drop of blue or yellow depending on the color I am looking at.

The table already had space for suction base so bought suction holders to fit the holes on which my glass would sit. Once the paint was completely dry, I stud them in and put my glass.

Brought out my blue glasses which were again DIY-ed again and kept that little reminder from France. See the jamjars I did wuth the same technique below.

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have a lovely weekend.

RoyXO

Happy Diwali! Paper Lantern! Joy!

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Wishing you all a very Happy Diwali! India is gorgeous at the moment and catching up here, is this little nook with paper lanterns. Made this guy for our coffee table this arvo and I am looking at making quite a few of these for our balcony. It’s so easy I’d just expect you’ll figure out: just in case you do want, leave me a comment. Meanwhile, here’re some snippets from my balcony!

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What I’m Wearing In Goa To The Blogadda & Tata Zest Bloggers Meet

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Goodmorning people! How shocked are you to see a fashion post from trumatter? One that involves a little beachy-casual dressing for the weekend? It was so much fun putting my extreme lack of fashion sense to test, but I think I’m doing well with a light blue straight fit denim, a cotton shirt, my favorite grey tank, a beige scarf and a bit of funky silver.

It’s the Trumatter you have been knowing, travelling to Goa for an exclusive Blogger’s meet to check out the new TATA car: TataZest. Thought I’d show you how to wear jeans 3 ways (haha, it’s just one way) and a bit of accessory love thrown in from the girl who never does fashion. I mean come on, in this household, we sport PJs with ease and dress that up with a good top or two to push it as a funky pant. Whom are we kidding.

I recently had a conversation with a bloggy friend of mine who is totally into fashion and an amazing blogger too: she told me Goa is not for mommy jeans. Honestly, I think similarly too and did try to sport some dresses. But thing is mommy jeans has seeped in to my genes and that’s the only thing I am ever comfortable in. So here’s my pick for what to wear when you are miserable with fashion.

Dress Day 2Dressing up the same jeans with a white cotton top, a touch of black and gold, for the evening. A friend gave me this necklace and I hold it very dear. Also, would you believe if I told you that I packed all of this, now? Like right now.

And I have exactly 30 more minutes to go and get dressed and reach the airport to fly to Goa. I’m simply pushing it with this blog. Absolutely pushing it. To top, its raining like crazy today here in Mumbai and I see so many missing flights. Jesus Christ, me and paranoia are best friends specially when it comes to travelling. I always have this eerie feeling that I am gonna miss my flight, my train, my bus. To live with Paranoia I tell you…

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Day 2- morning, i choose to add in a bit of floral for the love of Goa. A ‘kameez’ or ‘kurti’, same jeans, a turquoise ring, Darjeeling stone pendant, gold and black sandals.

I don’t know how stylish these ensembles are or if I accidentally put together major fashion flaws but hey, that’s me. This is more power to a casual beachy fashion where you sport mommy jeans with super style and tell that’s the rage 😉

What do you think?

Toodles and you have a lovely saturday.

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That’s A Classic: Beach House Chair Makeover

IMG_0481Holla Amigo!

Mucho Gracias lovelies for following this blog and giving me so much love over the past few weeks. This blog feels like a celebrity, suddenly! From a ‘whatever-it-takes-to-kill-time’ space to a space that I look forward to- this blog has clearly evolved over the years.

And to celebrate my, wait, 3 years of blogging career, I have a classic.

Trumatter’s signature makeover with buckets of white paint and pale blue and beach prints. How interested are you in this self proclaimed genius-ness?

IMG_0480You know what I think? There is nothing that fabric glue cant sort. You have a torn tee? Fixed. You have a badly gashed drape? Fixed. You need to give an old chair some new life? Assured. Need to mend a broken heart? You never know unless you try.

An old set of pajama, some white paint and some fabric glue is all it took for me to breathe some new life into an old, orthodox chair.

Here’s the before and after:

CollageI could like go on and on as to how I carefully did every step but I won’t. Because it was easy and I didn’t. The only difficult part was to convince husband- he thought the stars and the fabric in whole was in his word, “****all”. Obviously once it was done, he was “oh! that looks nice”. Tell me who’s the real Osaka?

The seats and back rest was attached to the chair by means of screws which can be easily opened. The whole chair is kind of a pipey thing which also folds.

On a bright Saturday promising morning, I took it upon myself to fix this mismatch in my super white home.

I opened the seats and back rest and painted the chair with old white- 2 coats. I used spray paint because I am impatient.

Next, I cut of an old torn pajama, the fabric of which I really liked and did the upholstering.

Collage2I didn’t open its old cover but fitted the fabric on top of it with fabric glue.

Another reason apart from convenience as to why I used fabric glue is, I can change the cover according to seasons. Nails would have been a good option but opening them everytime might spoil the wood beneath.

Once the seat was set, I set the screws and it was good to go.

How easy was that and what a great deal of difference did it make in that corner where it used to brood alone in its brown self.

IMG_0475I also sanded the corners and sides a bit to make it look old.

All in all- Classic win!

What do you think? Likey?

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A beach vacation!

IMG_0041Tally ho! Throw the weight and bring that darn sail down. I see a port.

To all of you under the snow and chill spell, here’s some warmth, a beach full of sweet Adirondacks, bamboo shacks, live music, lovely beach people and 30 bucks a glass of wine from the west coast of India- Goa to be precise, to stir summer within.

Right after our wedding, me and husband left for our 2-week-long beach honeymoon, to one of our favorite destination- Arambol, Goa. We drove down about 1200 kms (we also wanted to squeeze in a road trip :P) and had the best times of our life. But beware, this is not the kind of honeymoon for little girls in pink dreams but the kind your teenage son would be really proud of! ;P The kind that’ll make you “the man” at 60.

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Situated in North Goa, Arambol is not or rather was not the hottest tourist destination. South Goa has always been the pricey tourist’s best spot with plush living, sky high rates and hoo haa. But baby, that’s not where Goa is. If you must experience Goa for what it really is and what it really has been, North Goa is your friend. 95% Russians  2%Indians and about 3% other constitute the crowd of this secluded beach- a place where you can be absolutely at one with the Sun, sand and sea. Best part is its almost “Typical Indian Tourist Free”. I fear this state is not going to be for long and soon we’ll need to search for another beach to hide our devil self.

IMG_0038I am so sorry to have caught her in a bad posture but the colors were too good to miss.

For 2 long weeks, we did absolutely nothing but sit in our balcony that overlooked the sea and have Gin and Tonic. Our everyday routine was to wake up to the sound of the sea at mid-day, walk out to the beach and have a heavy breakfast/brunch, come home and sit by the balcony and drink till the sun sets. Sundown- we used to get ready in our best dresses, walk out to the beach and have a long walk or chat followed by candlelight dinners (everyday) and wine. We might look very boring to most people our age but that’s our idea of “the ideal life”. We both are old souls!

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A friend of ours has a shack in Goa called “Maya”. Once in 2 days we used to go there and paint with the hippies. I used to. And have a cup of filter coffee or raw mango juice. This was what I started. Couldn’t finish!

Over the first week, a couple of friends joined our honeymoon and turned it into a big , fat ‘joint’ musical honeymoon. We took our guitars, tambourine, melodica and Djembe, and performed live at the same shack. I was very skeptical as to how my voice would sound but looks like people really liked it.  A very talented musician joined our jam with morchang- a mouth held, manual instrument that gives off electronic sound. He trance-ified our jazz numbers! I’m so buying a Morchang. Music enthusiasts, please try it out.

IMG_0193This would be our beloved friends- the one on the extreme right is Abhishek Denzil (on drums), the one on the extreme left is Ankur Chugh (on guitars and a darn good one). The one in center in yugi- well, he was the cheerleader with an awesome camera. 😀 This photograph is from Ashvem beach, North Goa- I have never seen a beach as beautiful, as serene, as evocative and as pretty as this. A couple of old monks and cola went right through to warm our souls.

IMG_0155Ah! The beach condos. Look at those wicker chairs facing the sea. Too bad we liked our budget balcony a little too much! Honestly, if we wanted, we could have stayed anywhere in Goa for how many days we wanted. But we are the borderline roughing it up ones with traveler genes in us. We like to be comfortable and no more. We have no special requirements for staying in a place but hygiene and safety. We dont fuss over food unless its too salty or extremely chilly. We don’t feel the need for a bath tub where you can bathe in the sea. I actually wanted to stay plush one day just for the heck of honeymoon-ing, but that balcony man! It just won’t leave us. I’ll tell you why…

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It was the most beautiful balcony overlooking the sea. A place where you can sit all day long, do nothing and not feel bored for even one moment.

On one such moment, me and Ro were talking about how the sound of the sea is eternally beautiful. Repetition of the same and yet always so charming. To an eye that only sees, there is nothing extraordinarily exciting in the the sea. But to the one who perceive  it is a storehouse of history. A testimony to everything that has passed the surface of earth. A calm saint that has silently let spices and pirates tread on its bossom. A destroyer when it wanted to. Hungry for lives and invincible ships, protector of the smallest little fish that calls it home. The power vested in it to destroy are never pronounced but sometimes to let you know that mankind is crossing the line. It’s got a character. And when you look beyond the obvious, you tend to be an extraordinary person. Your train of thoughts tries to achieve vastness. The sea in itself is meditation.

IMG_0334We both think a lot. Perhaps that is why we never left that balcony.

It’s impossible to talk all that I have experienced in one darn post and hence I’ll have to call it part I.

In next post, I’ll give out us playing our instruments, night life, surfer boys ( 😛 ), cocktail recipes from Goa, Cuisine, route map, budget diary and us.

Till then, Tally Ho!

P.S: I am using Darn word a lot. 😀