True story: I had to wear wings and a halo and shuffle all over a stage when I was in middle school. It was both fun and humiliating all at the same time. Because what ten year old doesn’t love wearing a giant hoop skirt and molting wings to play a waltzing angel in The Nutcracker? This girl. I wish I could find a photo to show y’all but alas, I guess that memory will die without any visual evidence…gee darn.
For the record, these wings I found at a flea market in Myrtle Beach two weeks ago are way better.
I spotted these babies on a booth table for just $20 only to discover they were on hold for someone else. I’m one of those non-aggressive shoppers, but my parents, who were with us that day, must have seen how badly I wanted them.
Before I knew it, they had found the seller, learned they’d never been picked up from the previous buyer, and had them in my hands in minutes. It was such a sweet surprise!
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I’d searched high and low for the perfect pair of aged metal angel wings like these I’d seen at RH Baby and Child. But I was not ready to commit to the price tag.
I took my lucky flea market finds off their metal stands and attached picture hangers on the back for the wall behind Olivia’s bed. Her room is full of silver, so even though the gold finish on the wings was beautiful, it completely clashed.
So I spray painted them first with my favorite silver paint- Rustoleum Metallic Aluminum*.
I happened to have a sample of chocolate brown paint that I wanted to use to give the feathers an antiquing effect.
I just dipped a small angled brush into the paint, dabbed off the excess, and drew the lines into the wings’ feather indentions.
For this girl who can’t draw or paint by hand for anything, it went pretty quickly.
So now Olivia’s wall behind her bed is finally feeling complete.
The wings ended up being the perfect size underneath the DIY canopy I made last week.
And I’m so glad I took a little extra time to draw in the feathers to show off their detail.
The silver brings out the gray print in Olivia’s appliqued tutu pillow too.
It’s all finally come together!
All that’s left is putting a rug in here, and we can officially call it a reveal.
Are you tired of seeing pink around here lately? I get giddy over it. But I’ll be honest, I’m so glad that, for the most part, my job is done.
What do you think the chances are of Olivia absolutely hating the color pink in about 5 years? You know what? Don’t answer that. We’ll enjoy it while these sweet little years last.