Yesterday I read on Lakota's blog (if I knew how to do links I would insert one here) that she had bought a piano stool and wanted to paint it but was a bit paint shy. I dived in, as you do, or as I do, and told her not to be scared and just to go for it, not much could happen other than buggering it up and having to start again. Now I'm no Miss Mustard Seed and I don't hold myself up as an expert at furniture painting but I think it's quite easy. Mind you I think my expectations are pretty low and I don't mind imperfections, I think it is the Amish who believe that there should always be a fault in everything because only God is perfect. Or something like that. I don't believe in the imperfections because of any holy reasons, it just makes it easier to paint things and be happy with the results and is also a pretty good excuse for leaving it a bit wrong. Anyway I'm not Amish so it hardly counts does it?
Right, so, I thought I would post some photos of Bits Of Furniture What I Have Painted and hope that it might encourage Lakota to take up her paintbrush and set forth. (You can click on the photos to make them bigger.)
Oh yes the 'upholstered' chair.
So anyway, if you are worried about paint, just have a go. Especially if it's on something you haven't paid a lot for. Don't be scared.
This week I have had some fandabedozee buys in charity shops and as soon as I get a chance I will take some photos and share the bargains. I am getting to the stage where I am panicking about where I am going to put things and today I decided I was all shopped out and told my sister I wasn't going to meet her after I had been to my mum's. But... Teenage Daughter #2 and I slid into Macdonalds for a quick lunch and then I thought, well... I'm parked up now. So we ran round and I bought some more wool (someone stop me, please) in the bedding shop and a full tea set for a fiver in the chazza. I need help. I think it's an illness. When I walked out of the charity shop who do I see but my sister, niece and great niece on the other side of the crossing! So we had a rendition of In and Out The Dusty Bluebells from the baby while I unwrapped a cup to show my sister in the street.
This weekend I am keeping away from retail outlets of any description. Mind you I might go to the boot sale on Sunday morning if it's nice out...