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Monday, July 28, 2008
. . . changed my mind
Digital collage using scans of used paper towels and garden photos
Yesterday my husband helped me hang the doors back on the black ornate sideboard . . . it's almost done. I just have to sand down the hardware so that it has a brushed silver tone, reattach all the door handles, and finish off a coat of polyurethane. It looks amazing, but I don't want to show a picture of it until it's completely done.
I finished painting another chest in antique white. I looked at it from all angles, gave another coat or two of paint; sanded the shit out of it; sanded down the edges; repainted the edges. Nothing could make that thing look any more than it is. . . a thrift-store find. So I changed directions. . . now it's on its way to becoming a Chinese red thrift-store find. It already looks better.
On HGTV this weekend I saw David Bromstead redo an "eclectic" dining room in turquoise, salmon and black. He painted an estate sale sideboard bright turquoise. I didn't care much for the entire room, but I noticed his assistants painting that thing. . . they didn't even take the doors off. (By the way, Jennifer from Olathe is a finalist on HGTV's Next Design Star, the only reality show I like. Take a minute to vote for her, if you like. She's so full of energy and cheer.)
I am still trying to figure out how to produce a glossy finish without leaving brush strokes. I've used every kind of roller imagineable, as well as good brushes and I've sanded between coats. One young man at the hardware store enthusiasctically told me his version of how to do it, and when he finished, he grinned and said, "I just love to paint." Me, too. . .