Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The fumes are a bonus.
12:39 AM | Posted by
Lauren
Over the weekend I got the itch.
Not THAT kind of itch! The crafting itch! Every now and then I get the urge to paint, glue, build, revamp, and generally fuck up shit around the house in an effort to jazz up our living space. Residing in our living room is the rocking chair that my dad assembled and stained when my mom was pregnant with me. Not only is it old (okay, not THAT old) but it has sentimental value. I love that the rocker has been passed down to my family and someday I'll give it to my daughter when she has a baby.
Anyway, my living room furniture is brown. All of it. The monotony drives me crazy and makes me do things like spray paint my garage blue. Yeah.
Not THAT kind of itch! The crafting itch! Every now and then I get the urge to paint, glue, build, revamp, and generally fuck up shit around the house in an effort to jazz up our living space. Residing in our living room is the rocking chair that my dad assembled and stained when my mom was pregnant with me. Not only is it old (okay, not THAT old) but it has sentimental value. I love that the rocker has been passed down to my family and someday I'll give it to my daughter when she has a baby.
Anyway, my living room furniture is brown. All of it. The monotony drives me crazy and makes me do things like spray paint my garage blue. Yeah.
The original. Nothing beats that, right?
I got to use a power tool, y'all. Oh yeah. I'm a bad ass.
Primer. Nothing funny about that.
The final product. Not too shabby.
I want to get a cushion for it in a "fun" pattern but I may end up making one since I'm so picky. It looks awesome and I love it. I am, however, nervous about what my dad will think about it since he built and painted it almost thirty years ago.
So? What do you think?
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5 comments:
Wow, what a vibrant colour!
I LOVE furniture like that, but haven't managed to do it to anything I own. I think I'm afraid my colours won't pop the way this does...
...and I'm lazy.
Good job! Hope your dad's okay with it. Perhaps you can point out that at some point your daughter may change it to HER liking, and that could be part of the family tradition?
wow! thats definitely bright!
It is a little bold for me, but seems to fit your personality perfectly! so yay!
I used to have a purse that color! Love it!
She used to have a purse that color? That, dear peoeple, is a wild and crazy girl. Really, though, a purse? You can't get much deeper into the soul of a person than to know they had a blue purse. I like the rocker, you have made it your own, and it warms the cockles of my heart to know that your child might make it her own too. Emdeeay.
Oh my I LOVE THIS CHAIR!!!
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