No, I haven't fallen off the planet.
I've just been so freakin' busy doing all kinds of nothing it seems!
School started this week. Boy WHAT a change this year from last year. Do you remember? I was a mess. An absolute mess trying to decide whether or not to send our oldest or homeschool.
I still have those moments of pause, but I discovered that if you endear yourself to the teacher, offer to help in the classroom and really make it a point to keep communication open, you don't have to worry as much.
I mean.......I still TOTALLY DO worry about him. All day. All the time.
And now I have TWO to worry about since our 5 year old started kindergarten.
But it's in God's hands, right?
Anywho...on to today's post.
This mammoth credenza I scored for FREE on Craigslist.
These pictures really don't do justice to how large this thing really is.
So, I took a pic with my hand on one of the handles so you can get an idea of scale.
This handle could easily double as a weapon in a pinch. Or a dumbell.
Here are a few other shots of the whole thing:
|Nice upclose shot of the wood grain on top...and my tootsies. Sorry bout that.|
Plus I saw this amazing buffet redo on Recaptured Charm and I was dying to give it a try. Why not try on this? It was FREE after all...
I read and re-read Lisa's post at Recaptured Charm. I gathered my supplies and was ready to dig in.
The down side was that I forgot to get primer at Lowe's, so I decided I would just paint the white base over and over until it covered. What would that be...maybe 3-4 coats?
Um, try about 10 coats. No exaggeration. I actually lost count, there were so many.
It was about the 8th coat that I remembered we had all that leftover paint in the garage (from previous owners and previous projects). I thought I'd hit the jackpot when I spied a small can of primer in the back.
I disregarded the rusted, mildewy looking lid (which was domed, I might add) and the fact that it sounded like there was water inside.
Instead, I shook that b---h like there was no tomorrow since it sounded like it had separated. I didn't have a stir-er handy so I figured I was saving myself a step.
I grabbed the paint opener and BARELY had it under the lip of the lid when there was a LOUD POP and that friggin lid BLASTED off and nearly took my head off. Old, nasty, separated primer flew up into my eye.
I was stunned and just stood there for a minute. Then I raced upstairs, waiting for the burning, pain and blindness to set in, and ripped my contact out of my eye, shaking like a madwoman.
Then I decided it was time for a break.
Here's how far I got before chickening out for a day or two: