I know... I know... you'll all scoff at me and say "that's your 'wild side?' hahahahahaha!"
As much as I love to create things and I can spend every waking moment sewing a quilt or making soap, I have rarely (maybe never?) changed anything!
So call me wild........
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I spray painted a mirror!!! woohoo!
Ok, technically it was the frame of a mirror.
My first experience with spray paint! I used Rust-Oleum MultiColor Textured Spray in Carribean Sand.
(Yes, I forgot to take a "before" photo. I am working on remembering to do that. Picture this with an ugly, fake plastic oak wood frame and hanging on the wall in the bathroom above the toilet. I picked this item to start with because if I messed it up, it wouldn't be a loss of something nice.)
I thought I did everything perfectly like covering up the mirror with paper and tape ... spraying it evenly with a few light coats of spray paint ... letting it dry the recommended amount of time. However, when I hung up my newly repainted mirror, I discovered the back of the brown frame was reflected in the mirror!
Bummer.
I do not like to make mistakes because I do not like to correct mistakes. But I knew my obsessive-compulsiveness for perfection would kick in every time I looked at this mirror and I would never be happy with it.
So I removed the backing, removed the mirror and spray painted the back of the frame and let it dry. Put it all back together and re-hung it in its original spot.
I'm so thrilled with it! I even had to pour a glass of wine and then sit on the edge of my bathtub for half an hour just to stare at it.
My first spray paint project was a success. Most importantly, I learned I can change something and be happy with it.
I bought a dozen more cans of spray paint at Walmart this weekend... oh yeah.
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After reading about all the amazing "before and after" projects I've seen on other blogs the past couple of years, I have been looking around my own house and thinking of all the totally cool stuff I could do. I have an old bedroom set... wood shelves... a wood cabinet my father made back in the 60's... and much more. I just love projects and am always trying to think of something creative to do! Hubby laughs at me because my favorite magazine is Handy Man.
All the projects I want to do lately require sanding the wood first. I've never sanded a thing in my life. But, my father was an expert hobby woodworker and carpenter and I just know I inherited some of that talent.
So I pulled a drawer off the old dresser and took it out to the garge. Found some sandpaper in Hubby's toolbox and happily started sanding away!
About 40 minutes later (along with a couple of blisters and a broken nail -- not to mention all the sawdust in my eyes and on my clothes and shoes) and my dresser drawer really doesn't look all that sanded. It actually looks exactly the same. Except now it has a bunch of scratches all over it. Wow. I worked very hard at that. I'm obviously a failure at sanding things. I did not inherit the cool woodworking gene from my dad after all.
This is how I felt:
I was so bummed out. I had such huge plans pictured in my mind of all the beautiful things I could create out of all the old stuff. But as a sanding failure, I wouldn't be able to do anything now...
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But then ... a surprise ... ...
Whoa!!! Just look at what my sweet Hubby bought me!!
An electric hand sander ... sanding ... thingie! It arrives tomorrow! Oh my gosh, I can't WAIT to sand something!
(!!! happy dance !!!)
My hopes and dreams have been restored! I'm going to be a sanding fool! You are all going to read about the most awesome and incredible "before and after" projects on my blog one day.
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