"Once you start to spray, you'll never stop."
That's my friend Jules. Super-Junker-Painter-Visionary-Extraordinaire. She was right. Let me show you my gateway
this was my mama's lamp.
My mom and dad had this lamp in their bedroom for my entire life. I thought it was the most romantic thing I had ever seen for as long as I can remember. There was just something about it.
When it ended up at our garage sale I had a sudden impulse. I just had to have it. My dad was thrilled. I think he envisioned it on the nightstand next to our bed, glowing gently as his grandchildren snuggled in for bedtime stories.
I got myself to the local Big Box Project Addiction Store and got me some spray paint. Turquoise. Satin.
In "short, even bursts from 12 inches away" (says the Mr.) I did her up. Mr. said it "would not stick." I said "Don't get in the way of a girl and her good ideas."
after two coats. one more called her good.
Three coats and an hour later, and she had a place of honor in my dining room.
a little blown out, but you get the idea.
My dad was horrified. I might have to hide what I did to the box of deer antlers he gave me.