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There is a great shop in Angier, Sew There, which has three of our pieces available.  Just wanted to share a few pics and prices and dimensions.  If you’re interested, you can visit Sew There which is located at the corner of Hwy 210 and Broad Street in Angier.  (They are closed on Sunday and Monday) 

Gray & Yellow Hutch

This old hutch has been hand-painted gray and yellow.  Has three shelves, one long drawer, and large cabinet.  Original hardware on drawer and cabinet.  New hardware on glass-front doors.

Height:  72”   Width:  36”   Depth:  16”

PRICE:  $725

Shabbied China Cabinet

This cabinet has been hand-painted and lightly shabbied.  Paint color is French Gray (which is more neutral slightly green tone…not gray).

Height:  57 5/8”    Width:  40”     Depth:  14 1/2”

PRICE:  $585

Wood Table on Wood Casters

This is a very old piece that has been stripped and refinished.  Versatile piece with one drawer. 

Height:  28”    Width: 33”   Depth:   19”

PRICE:  $225

These are three of our pieces that we feel are so there!  Hope you enjoy meeting them since they were unable to be at the farm last weekend.

We are grateful to each of you that made the trek to The Fig last weekend.  Truly.  And how about that glorious weather?!?  We are grateful for that as well. 

After a week off, we are anxious to ‘get back at it’…we have new pieces in the wings (the barn!) and we are pumped to resume our work.  The plans are to get our available pieces on the website soon.  And also, I will address our most oft-asked question,  ‘How did you get the name The Flying Fig?’

With eager hands and full hearts,

Frankie & June

We will be open to the public

Saturday, June 2    10am-4pm

Sunday, June 3    12pm-4pm

Hope you can join us and check out our spring crop of furniture!

Our spring collection will be online after this weekend.

We will also offer copper garden art from sculptor John Michael

& goodies from High Ground Farm

3425 Benson Road

Angier, NC  27501

Not as prim as Mary Poppins…but proper, eh?

Can you imagine sitting at this in the morning?

Sitting, not standing and leaning over the bathroom sink, but sitting to don your mascara ? It might take some extra seconds, but my hunch is this more mindful posture would give back generously. And to frame yourself with bodacious beauty…how nourishing and unfettering might that be?

We have declared numerous times that we do not do custom work. But the following picture arrived in my email and the cabriole legs had me.

She arrived at the spa workshop and had a facial scrub sanding.

And a mask application tinted primer application.

And then red enamel paint..and gold brush…and replaced mirrors…and freshened original hardware.

And while these pictures do not do her justice (especially my husband and I reflected in the mirror!), she is a stunner.  When in doubt, wear red  so the quote goes.  Trust me, there was never any doubt she could wear red…her owner knew best.

The Flying Fig may seem like an above-board business, but we harbor some classified stuff.  This piece is a secret weapon before her owner dashes out the door!

In the hall with the candlestick?  On the screened porch with the tray of lemonade?  In the den with the tele?  In the bathroom with the soap?

While we don’t know the room where the Colonel will land, we do know that he is in for a mother-of-a-makeover!

Let the board games begin,

june

Reclaimed wood                                  +                             Steel             =         

Me oh, my oh!  Oh me, oh my!

Suffice it to say, Frankie is in her element as there’s a table a-coming from the combination of these two.

To personalize the cobbler’s children have no shoes, my own house projects have definitely had back burner status.  Last week, the paint brushes were pulled out in our home, and the den and fireplace were given their due.  Or their overdue, to be more precise.  For years we had bemoaned how the brick fireplace sucked the light out of our northside den.  And while it was scary to put that paint-laden brush on brick, the only after-question was why did we wait so long to do this?

Benjamin Moore’s Ballet White on walls, Clay Beige on fireplace

The recent painting frenzy caused me to ponder…

Can the cobbler’s children have shoes?  Yes.  An emphatic yes.  (But the how is not so easy or decided.)

And why, oh why, can it take so long to address things that take away light and life for us?

Excuse me while I go do a little shoe shopping and wield a paintbrush,

june

before                                                                                           after

Much like Cinderella, she wore tattered rags when I met her. Relegated to a thrift store, she was overlooked and dirty. She moved up a notch when she took up temporary residence in my garage. And here is where we digress from the fairy tale as we could not find a magic wand to flick. But after a beaucoup of hours of sanding and priming and painting and waxing, oh my, she could take your breath away. Literally. 

The reaction to this finished piece provided Frankie and me with some hard-to-beat memories and encouragement.  My eighty-year-old mother saying you will never do another piece like this one in an almost reverent tone.  The beautiful, pure spirit of the goth-clad teenage girl who stood spellbound when she opened its doors.  The belle-of-the-ball moment when she debuted at The Shopping Spree.  Magical.  Literally.

And a lesson also came from this piece.

Real beauty does not take.  Real beauty gives.   

p.s.  Cinderella is currently giving and living happily ever after in a prince-of-a-home.