Texas Tail Continued

Yesterday I told you the tale of acquiring an antique windmill and hanging it in our home. We had designed our great room around this vintage sculpture, reinforcing the wall in the stud stage and adding a dedicated spotlight in the electrical stage. 

Hanging was made easy with two sturdy hooks buried into the reinforced wall.

When this big guy crashed to the ground many, many years ago, the tail had taken the brunt of the fall. Juan Handyman straightened it as best he could without eliminating the character that age and accident had created.

Two screws hold the four foot tail to the wall. A small bird adds the focal point the sculpture needed.

A cowboy boot bench grounds the gigantic piece of art to the ten foot high wall.

Yes, the playing cards are faux painted on the bench.

And now our great room is finished.

Day or night, we love this piece of vintage art.

Goodnight, sweet little birdie.
(No real birdies were hurt for this windmill.)
 

Long Texas Tale of a Windmill Tail

Ever fall in love with something that (a.) you didn't have a need for, (b.) you didn't have space for, and, most important, (c.) you couldn't have?

That's what happened to me and this grounded windmill on my friend's dairy farm. Oh, I coveted their antique windmill. But they loved it too.

Years passed. My friends closed their dairy and bought a deer farm. Their windmill love transferred to TWO working old windmills on the new place, freeing my grounded love for display in my new home.

It flew into the house on rays of sunshine and the strong arms of Juan Good-Guy and two of his friends.

Since it's eight feet across, the windmill was relieved of three of its blades to fit through the doorway but they were immediately replaced.

The vintage sculpture wasn't finished but other projects needed to be completed. It was enough for me to see this much in place.


(To be continued tomorrow.)