EIGHT YEARS LATER..............I did just that. I'm telling you, I'm a painting whore (not to be mistaken with a painted whore, BIG difference) and nothing is safe.
Furthermore, I must give credit where credit is due. This table paint job totally happened due to Jere and his love for the red chair I did and his desire to have everything painted red in the kitchen. Thanks babe for the nudge in the right direction.
Nothing ever happens is Blaine.....BOR-ING, BOR-ING, BOR-ING!
Vanilla at its best. No?
So here's what I did. I began by chipping away all the crusted on nasty that 2 and 3 year olds leave behind on tables and chairs. I sprayed it down with TSP and cleaned it. Then, I spray primed it gray. Oh you read right. Not even a pretend sanding.
And then, I SPRAY PAINTED the whole blasted thing in Rustoleum Colonial Red. It took me like a nanosecond. Ok fine....10 minutes, which in painting furniture time is a NANOSECOND! After it dried, and I looked at it awhile, I took my wee sanding block to it and distressed it. See, I had to paint it in Gloss, because that is the hardest finish and I wanted it to be durable, and me no likey gloss. So, after a little gentle sanding and some distressing and then some glazing, I got this.....
I just love the happy little yellow chair now.
What's that you say? You want to see just one more picture? Ok fine, if you insist.
Is it a like, or a love? What say ye?