One of New Orlean's favortie treats are the delicious friut pies from
Hubig Bakery, a long time part of the city. Since I'm not the only creative person here at the Villa Vortex (the name of our home--how it got that name is a long drunken story I won't bore you with.....that is until you come over and I get drunk.....), I thought I'd share the story of a table and my hubby's love of Hubig pies. He decided he wanted to try decopaging, and what he want to decopage was our backsplash with hubig pie wrappers. Before I told him, not just "no," but "hell, no," he went on a tour of the bakery, where the very nice people gave him a roll of hubig wrappers, the special mardi gras wrappers. since I was against doing the backsplash, the wrappers lanquished in an upstairs closet while Thomas searched for the perfect decopage canvas. Then one day walking in the quarter, we spotted this on the curb:
As usual, I forgot to take a before pic. This is after the wood grain formica and rust stained "brass" accents had been primed and painted. But it was sturdy, with the clean mid century lines Thomas loves, and since it was free, I had no qualms about using it on the porch. So after several layers of primer and paint, a day inhaling mod podge fumes and cursing, and 6 coats of spar polyurethante, I give you Thomas's masterpiece: the Hubig Pie table (pretty cool, right?):
One of New Orlean's favortie treats are the delicious friut pies from Hubig Bakery, a long time part of the city. Since I'm not the only creative person here at the Villa Vortex (the name of our home--how it got that name is a long drunken story I won't bore you with.....that is until you come over and I get drunk.....), I thought I'd share the story of a table and my hubby's love of Hubig pies. He decided he wanted to try decopaging, and what he want to decopage was our backsplash with hubig pie wrappers. Before I told him, not just "no," but "hell, no," he went on a tour of the bakery, where the very nice people gave him a roll of hubig wrappers, the special mardi gras wrappers. since I was against doing the backsplash, the wrappers lanquished in an upstairs closet while Thomas searched for the perfect decopage canvas. Then one day walking in the quarter, we spotted this on the curb:
As usual, I forgot to take a before pic. This is after the wood grain formica and rust stained "brass" accents had been primed and painted. But it was sturdy, with the clean mid century lines Thomas loves, and since it was free, I had no qualms about using it on the porch. So after several layers of primer and paint, a day inhaling mod podge fumes and cursing, and 6 coats of spar polyurethante, I give you Thomas's masterpiece: the Hubig Pie table (pretty cool, right?):
