I’ve been super busy… and when I say busy, I actually mean so busy I haven’t even had time to brush my teeth. Don’t judge me. Sometimes I get in these crazy moods where I can’t stop working for anything. Yesterday I was in my workshop from 6:30 am until 10 pm (I got a headache caused by lack of food and that’s the only reason I stopped working). My body is sore, my hands are cut up (chicken wire), and my hair has acquired permanent splatters of white paint. All in the name of Shabby Chic. The market has inspired me.. I can picture my booth and what I want it to look like. So I’ve been slaving away every day trying to create my vision. AND I’M LOVING IT. Refinishing furniture is hard. There are times when I just want to quit, or times when I hate the piece I’m working on – until I see it all finished. I love the final outcome. All of that hard work creates something beautiful. I don’t care that my fingernails are forever stained with black stain.. or that all of my clothes (I mean ALL) are covered in paint splotches. I have found my niche, and I like it here.
HEY GUESS WHAT? I’m in the newspaper. I hate to brag.. wait, no I don’t. The News Herald wrote a nice little article about our vintage market. Pumps me right up.
Yay. So, I’ve been working on a few French inspired pieces for my booth. I will have different “collections”, per se, in one booth. I imagine each corner of my booth having a different theme almost.. but all flowing together nicely. Something for everyone.
My first French inspired piece is a little antique dresser. So cute. I picture this in a spare bedroom or a big foyer. Would look cute in any room.. I don’t want to take this to the market – I want to keep it (but I know I can’t). And THAT, my friends, is the hardest part about refinishing furniture. I want to keep it all.
And the 2nd French inspired piece I finished this week was an antique secretary desk. I would also love to keep this piece, duh. I painted the outside an antique white and the inside duck egg blue. I then stenciled and hand painted on the French words. After the paint was dry I distressed the sh*t out of it. (I made my paint a little chalkier with this piece which caused this to distress ever so nicely). Once my arms were sore from sanding I added the chicken wire to the doors. I suggest you wear gloves when adding in chicken wire. I greatly underestimated the prickliness of the wire – and now my hands look like Edward Scissorhands’ face. Last, I waxed and added knobs. And the result is this:
I’m tired. But I still have a little work to do. Almost finished with a bedroom set makeover for a customer. This set has been nothing but trouble. The furniture isn’t all wood.. it has a veneer on it. I thought this was going to be easy, can’t sand, but it’s already a smooth surface. Chalk paint sticks to everything… everything EXCEPT THIS DRESSER. Ugh, I’ll save that for another post.
I’m off to shower and pick paint out of my eyelashes. Au revoir.