Today when I got home from Curves and breakfast, I wandered out to the workshop to finish up a nice little orange/brown shelf. I painted it turquoise. One coat actually covered pretty good. The fire was roaring hot in Mr. J's workshop - 85 degrees - about 15 degrees hotter than I like it but hey! the paint didn't freeze.
I like to paint multiple items when I finally get in the mood to paint so I took my Walmart $7 mistake gallon of paint and went out to paint a few more things the same color before I washed my brush.
According to decorating gurus, aqua/turquoise is still the color. It's my color anyway so I picked up a frame and began my next project. Now I pretty much paint fast and go back in the house. My back is still spasming (?) so I actually look like a 104 year old as I limp to and fro.
I use every available flat place to work on stuff. My latest platform was a piece of plywood balanced on a stool. So I centered the gallon of paint in the middle and set the frame next to it and proceeded to spill a gallon of wonderful paint all over the dirt. Darn!
Mr. J came to the rescue again and washed off things that got splattered and I kept painting my frame and a basket, dipping my brush carefully in the paint pool on the ground.
My plan if I liked this color on the shelf was to paint my vintage cupboard that I'm bringing into the dining room for my Grandma's dishes. But now I only have enough to second coat the shelf.
It's getting into the 30's at night now so we're hoping we can roll up the paint in the morning when its still pretty stiff to prevent more embarrassment for me. Mr. J can paint a room and not get a speck on himself, the woodwork or the dog. I wear it and the floor and woodwork always need to be touched up back to their original color.
Will this week never be done???
Bonnie
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