A few years ago, I did a faux stained glass look on the French doors for one of the Clue Hunts on the Bayou. I merely used a spritz bottle of water to adhere pieces of cellophane to the glass. It was all cheaply done since I figured it only had to last for a month. I used cellophane from DollarTree thinking it would hold up for that month. It did! The door provided the perfect clue and looked mighty pretty at the same time! Win!
Well, sad to say, I became "attached" to my faux stained glass door and left the stuff in place. Last year, I added a few more colors and then Darling Daughter brought over some actual window clings that had a prism look. Wow! That was amazing! Now I had color but also had rainbows shooting around the room when the sun hit the glass! I fell in love with the doors again.
With all of the rain keeping me indoors, home projects are a must just to keep me from going stir crazy. As I was doing touchup painting on windows and doors, something had to be done with those window panes. Yep, I "refreshed" the French doors. The faded cellophane was removed and new was added. The old came down so easily since the glue was nothing but water! Now, my doors are back to their faux glory! I am getting good at this "Art of Fakery"!
Actually, I have always been fascinated by stained glass windows of any sort. Three of my great aunts (actually some sort of cousins but we called them "aunts") lived in a large old house several towns over. I remember going there only three times as a child but those three times were enough for me to be enthralled by the place. Just off of the kitchen, the huge old manor had a narrow, winding staircase leading up to the a tiny bedroom that supposedly was for the maid when the house was built. These old ladies did not have a maid so the room sat empty other than being used as sort of an attic space. Aunt Pansy, Aunt Verbena (Verby) and Aunt Glad (Gladiola) did pretty much everything themselves even when they were in their 80s. (Yes, they were all named after flowers which added to my fascination.) The room at the top of the stairs had one small stained glass window and THAT started my love for the style. I could have easily stayed forever in the tiny room and been happy. To this day, I dream of having a place like theirs. The Little Bayou House could never compare to the grandeur of that Victorian manor so I have to slip in tiny bits and pieces so I can dream. My faux stained glass windows are dream weavers and take me to far away places and long ago times.
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