Show box bling for my farm girls
It began life in the early 1980s at the hands of two brothers. They hauled it to and fro, banged it, bumped it, slammed it, shoved it and sat on it, too. It’s had a hard life, but a good life — made to withstand the hands of time and cattle show cargo.
It has passed from one generation to the next — still sturdy and solid but a bit lackluster. That changed today. Pre-tween girls do not fancy the idea of hauling a ho-hum show box to the county fair. They have reputations to uphold and sparkle to showcase. They want bling, baby.
After a trip to the hardware store for paint we stopped at my sister’s house. She has one of those handy-dandy Cricut machines. Letter-cutting ensued.
Minutes later we were home emptying the show box. A coat or two of pink paint was applied to the front, top and hardware. Letters were aligned and shapes applied. Sure, sweetie, a sporty-looking top line would add more pizazz.
Metallic silver was applied to the entire box. Then they waited, impatiently, until it dried. That’s when the fun began: the peeling of the stencils. You’d think they were unwrapping Christmas presents! The screeches and giggles were astonishing. Someone mentioned rhinestones … a padded seat for a box top … silver lining on the interior. That’s when I rolled my eyes and reminded them about mucky barn boots and soapy sponges and hairy brushes.
Just keepin’ it real.
At this point I made them stop and pick up the mess of ropes, halters and various brushes they had dumped from the show box at the start of the project … just because I’m evil and wanted to prolong the suspense. Yeah, it was probably an abuse of Mommy power. I wish I could ground myself.
At long last, here they stand … pleased as [pink] punch.
“What do you think your father will say when he sees what we did to his show box?”
Anybody have a BeDazzler?