I think it's time for me to reveal my fun chair project, even though it isn't completed. I just couldn't contain myself any longer! (Though not as hard to contain as the other secret I am carrying. But all will be revealedwith that next week!)
Mom and I were coming out of church choir one Wednesday night when we happened to look over atthe dumpster in the parking lot. Behind it was this beautiful wicker chair. True, it was a little worse for wear but Mom and I immediately saw the potential. We don't know whatthe story was of this poor little chair, but one person's trash (or discarded stolen property) is another man's treasure. We loaded it up in one of our cars and drove back to the house. Plans were already formulating in my mind.
The first step was to scrub the tar out of it. It was dirty and icky, with the white hidden behind a layer of grime. I tore out the irreparable seat, (no one would want to sit on that!) and hosed it down.
My technique: Just holding my finger down on the nozzle and spraying the dickens out of it until everything was covered.
His technique: Followingthe lines of the chair so that excess paint wasn't being wasted on empty space.
I then put on a clear coat of enamel type spray paint that I found in Hubby's man cave.
Really, this matches nothing in our house. I suppose I should have thought of that before I started painting it, but the bright shiny red can of spray paint on the shelf was calling my name! Maybe it will be an outside chair. If that's the case, then I hope to find the vinyl, outdoor table cloth type of fabric to cover the seat with.