When my daughter returned home for a visit last fall, she was hoping to find a new desk chair ...something sturdy, solid hardwood....and snazzy. We didn't find anything...but we passed a garage sale and spied this chair with good lines but an awful color.
Besides the shocking pink color, the chair had a broken stinky cushion that was orange and pink and shades of disgusting plus a broken side rail.
Finally refinished the chair after Hub fixed the leg and cut out a new seat.
I like painting furniture.....but you have to be real patient..... which is very hard for me.
Sand, prime.....let dry....sand, prime....let dry.....sand...paint ...dry...sand ....etc etc......on and on till the finish is hard and perfect.
On top of ordinary patience, I need geographic patience as the humidity in the south right now makes drying times drag on forever. And if it ain't dry....you can't move on to the next step.
It's not a Renoir...but I think it turned out pretty nice.
Sometimes you have to be grateful for small artistic skills.
