I never know when my inner spray-painting weasel will appear, but when it hits, I’m like a rabid dog in sight of a human. Well, maybe not that extreme, but something goes off. I see the possibilities and I must do it now. Kind of scary, I know.
Yesterday, I used the rest of the Valspar Outdoor orange spray paint that I bought last year for my patio furniture.
“Blame in on my ADD…” the job eventually gets done. Even if it’s a year later and I use it for a pair of chaise lounges my generous neighbor gave to me a few weeks ago. Somehow she knew I’d find a home for them. I wasn’t crazy about the darker metal finish, but that’s easy enough to change.
It takes minutes. Just wipe it clean and spray in a steady, straight line, about 6 inches away. I sprayed in my sequined Fit Flops.
Common sense can be so overrated.
The painted lounger now resides in private corner on my back porch. It could use a painting job, but I like it in a distressed-porch kind of way. It’s peaceful here. Blending in with nature.
The shutter is from a local strawberry farm’s old house, which no longer exists. My Bombeck Sister and I managed to pry a few off (with permission) before the bulldozers came and destroyed the home. 😦
I’m glad to have a small reminder of the farm here. Trips to the strawberry fields each season live on. I spray painted it, too. Glossy black.
Thanks for the chairs, Brid. I now have the perfect place to read on my porch.
I hope Lowe’s still carries this color. I ran out.