He sent me a text picture of his treasured yard sale finds.
One was a sturdy oak chair with layers and layers
of enamel paint -
complete with runs, drips, and dirt.
We stuffed the original straw back into the black leather seat
and attached new boards on the bottom.
I got out my trusty sander and went to work.
Then I painted it a lovely shade of
and he said,
"I loved my little white and red chair
just the way it was."
With shabby-chic visions dancing in my head,
I mixed my own BLACK chalk paint, which was a little thick,
and covered the TURQUOISE with black.
He sent me a text picture, again,
of the little white and red chair that he loved so much,
even though we were both in the basement.
Then I gently shabbied the black with sand paper,
but the sanding went mostly right through the black,
past the turquoise
and back down to the white.
It was ugg-LEE.
And he says, from over in the corner,
"I just loved my little white and red chair."
So I grabbed my sander again,
smoothed out the wrinkles
and painted the chair
And he said from the opposite corner.....
well, you know what he said.
So the next day when he came home,
this is what he found
in the corner of our bedroom
by the lovely TURQUOISE re-purposed door.
The next text I get...this morning...
with the original picture attached, says:
"Sometimes we go through lot of changes,
but we are what we are."
I know, I may never be one of those DIY bloggers
with beautiful step by step pictures of Pinterest-worthy projects,
but I've got one happy man!