A classic Boyz II Men song comes to mind every time I sell a piece that I’ve painstakingly refinished. Dramatic? Yep, sure am, but justifiably so… I happily put my blood (albeit only a splinter’s worth so far, knock on wood), sweat, and tears into every piece that I work on. A piece of me goes into each piece, if that makes any sense, hehe. In fact, if I had it my way, I wouldn’t sell my most recent work… I would have a lovely circular foyer where this beautiful table would rest right smack in the middle of, properly dressed with a vase of fresh flowers on top along with a gorgeous rug and my little guys’ shoes strewn about underneath. But, alas, I do not have a foyer (pronounce it the hoighty toighty way while reading, please), so therefore this beauty is up on the auction block. *insert sad face here* Though it does turn my frown upside down when someone falls in love with my refinished pieces and gives them a happy home! Here’s hoping this table finds a new owner before I swoon any harder!
W O R K
This beauty was a wobbly, dinged up, sad-lookin’ wooden doorstop when we met, but I bathed her in 4 coats of Miss Mustard Seed’s ‘Typewriter’ milk paint (adding bonding agent in the first two coats) & topped her off with some clear Briwax. The end result is a super cool finish that looks exactly like it was sculpted from a huge block of no. 2 pencil lead & I ADORE it! But, no! I cannot fall in love!! I am selling it since I don’t have a foyer… maybe I should just move so I can keep it! ;)