I mentioned yesterday I was going to paint a couple pieces of furniture. Actually, I claimed to be a “furniture restorer,” but y’all knew that was an exaggeration. Today… I’m fitting into that title like a boss!
I’ve used chalk paint on furniture in the past, but took my first whirl with milk paint yesterday. I wanted to do something with two pretty crappy pieces that are in my office. Basically, that’s where old furniture goes to die — it’s the last stop before curbside on trash day.
I started with this small table that resided in the sun room for the past 4 years or so. One door of that room stays open 24/7/365 so the dogs can go out — so other than getting rained/snowed on, this thing has basically been in the elements. It was only moved to the office so I could burn a candle on a surface other than my desk. It was purchased when I redid Nanny’s old house.
Next up was the ugliest chest on the planet. I seriously have no clue why I bought this thing with flowers and butterflies. I like the Bombay shape, but I’ve hated this thing for the past 15 or so years that I’ve owned it. I debated on tossing it when I moved to Seymour, but somehow it survived. (Probably only because it will hold a nice-sized TV — or because the gondola was full.)
After painting, it doesn’t look half bad. I sprayed the handles with copper enamel rather than buying new hardware — not because I like the shape of them, but because I didn’t want to spend $$ on the hideous thing.
It looks even better than the photo so now I want a whole bunch of trashy furniture to paint. I feel like it’s my mission to go out and buy a whole bunch of junk furniture! Heck with that Scott McKain guy and the speaking circuit! I want to paint furniture until my arthritic hands can no longer hold a brush. 🙂