Big Sister-ing

The sideboard is finished and so is the table. 

Woohooo! I'm getting a bit closer to my big reveal.

I've been playing again...

Actually, I think the table is my favorite piece of all. I'm so crazy about her legs that I named her Betty Grable,  Betty for short.

Look at the gams on Betty...

You might recall that my cost for this set was basically zilch. It was given to me in its fix-r-up state by my sister. Now, this is not the tablescaping Farm Sister who shows up regularly in my posts. This is our Colorado Sister.

She's our big sister.

Several folks wanted to know what the Colorado Sister said about the furniture transformation. Well, I sent her some pictures, and she said,

Way to go, Kiddo! I knew you could do it! 

You see, that's the kind of sister she is. She's a giver and a cheerleader. She didn't need that set  because she already has a gorgeous one of her own. She didn't sell it because, to her, the joy of giving is far above rubies.

I said in THIS POST  that the word "sister" isn't really a noun; it's a verb. That's because being a sister isn't something that you are. It's something that you do. And big sistering? Well, that has a connotation all its own.

Big sistering Debbie was no small task. I was afraid of everything and good for nothing. I was a cry baby, a tagalong, and a copycat.  To make matters worse, I lived in a happy little place called Debbie Land.

Oh the thinks I could think...

Bless her heart, she tried. Whether driven by duty, love, or humiliation, I do not know, but my big sister tried. She taught me to catch a fly ball and not throw quite so much like a girl. She would have taught me to get a base hit, too, but she's a sister and not a miracle worker.

She loves horses and tried to teach me to love them too. Unfortunately, I'm more of a Shetland pony kind of gal.  In case you didn't know it, if a horse starts to gallop when you want to trot, it's best not to close your eyes and scream bloody murder.

Have I mentioned that she was a pretty fast runner too?

When I tried out for cheerleading, she taught me the moves. When I had tribulations in trigonometry,  she talked me off the ledge.  And when she was away at school for an unfortunate Homecoming incident, she sent me flowers, with a note that said just the right thing.

Yeah, as big sisters go, mine pretty much rocked.
She still does.

I just wish that she rocked a little closer to home.