My Mom used to have a ceramic shop in her basement that had 2 large tables and many mis-matched chairs for patron's to use as they visited and painted, or painted and visited...or just came to visit.
One of those chair's made it to my garage, where it had been languishing in a corner for some time,
until it was rescued and brought in to be used as a sewing chair...
It's not in the best shape but is still pretty darn comfortable to sit in.
It look's like Mom got her trusty can of spray paint in action
way before I did...
Honey told me the best place to do my latest
spur of the moment, immediately needed, project would not be any place on the cement, but rather on the gravel in 'The Out Back'...
He was right.
One and a half can's of spray paint and two very sore finger's - and a thumb -
from pushing on the little nozzel thingy later
~ Viola! ~
This little chair no longer had the blues!!
Then after it dried a little and before the Spring wind blustered in the snow and rain that prevailed throughout the remainder of the day-it was introduced back into the house were it could dry off unmolested for the remainder of the week end...
Next up...
The little cupboard returns to it's original carnation pink.
But that's a ree-hehe-al-ly warm Summer day project I think.
Smile and remember;
We're fool's whether we dance or not. So we might as well dance.
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