Then there are those other times.
Take this project, for instance. I'd been bugging my mama for weeks, clean out the old vanity because I want to take it to my house and paint it. I have the luxury of finding really cool vintage/antique furniture from my mama house. Before I moved out and went to college, this beautiful, waterfall vanity mirror used to be mine. Then my sister inherited it and...you know the rest. Needles to say, when it was in my care, it was dusted and oiled and I made sure the doilies* were hanging just right. Then when my sis got her filthy mitts on it...along came the cup rings, nail polish smears, glitter, stickers, scratches and what I think is a hairspray haze on the finish. So basically, there was nothing left for me to do but paint the thing.
My nagging finally got it here, last October or so. I could never find the mojo to paint it, so I just used it the way it was, counting on Christmas break to find the time and get the job done. Then Christmas vacay came and I cleared it out. I put all my chonies and bras in a laundry basket and left it on the floor of my closet. I was moving right along. Then I cleaned it, taped the mirror off and busted out with my handy-dandy primer and then....that's it.
I got as far as primering it when my motivation just petered out.
So it's been sitting in my bedroom, cleared out, taped off and primered for...three months now. Yep, thats right. My chonies and bras have been tossed in a laundry basket for three months. In my defense, when I cracked open the white paint that I had in the garage, it was getting old and chunky. Hmmmm, now I've got to buy a whole new gallon of paint.
But then Christmas happened, then New Years, then we got back into schoolwork, birthdays, art shows, baseball, the weather was cold and rainy, and....life happened.
The other night, I was looking for my black bra. And I couldn't find it anywhere. My drawers were bursting at the seams and suddenly realized that I needed to get this stupid vanity painted like, right now. So I did.
And now its done. Now my chonies and bras can go back in their proper drawers and I don't have to see laundry baskets laying around, stacks of books, dust bunnies.
My next project: four kitchen chairs that I plan to paint a lively turquoise.
This little gem was hiding in my mama's spare room, sitting under picture frames, carpets, candles and Ross bags. The finish may have been jacked up, but it was still beautiful.
The coat of primer. Primer is my best friend. I can do anything with a can of white primer.
The finished product, looking all clean and spiffy. I had to take a pic and document because in about 22 minutes, dust bunnies will start to form.
Yeh, I could have stripped and refinished this piece, but...I am not completely out of my mind. That is some hard work. The white looks clean and crisp against those vintage handles. I'm loving this vanity (even though I have to look at myself in a full-length mirror like, all day everyday). Shiver.*The mention of doilies was for dramatization purposes only. I hate doilies.
