Today, I am thankful for paint and the happiness it brings to my home.
My father-in-law likes to joke that if it stands still for a while, I’ll paint it.
It’s 100% true.
I come by it naturally. This piece was in my grandparents’ entry way for as long as I can remember and probably longer. It was originally a creamy white, but my mom painted it brown.
Surprisingly it stayed this way for almost two years. Then it moved to the landing of my stairs and needed a little
plastic paint surgery.
A few weeks ago, I used a metallic silver base coat and distressed it with halcyon green and a chocolate metallic glaze.
It was a cool effect and I didn’t hate it.
But I didn’t love it.
Enter my problem with paint. I went at it with a little leftover Rockport Grey from painting the chest of drawers and a sample of Benjamin Moore’s French Canvas.
This is what I like to call various stages of my laziness. I started on the right with taping and eventually free-handed on the left. Hey, it happens. Right?
Fabulous! But I can’t leave well enough alone and I’ll be distressing it soon enough. It needs a little age to it, don’t ya think?