This is my new chalkboard. I won't even tell you how much I love it.
Okay, I will. This, you might remember, was my "dream project" from earlier this week. The one with the fumes in the basement.
I was worried how it would turn out. A) Never spray-painted anything before. B) Could only see parts of said project at a time.
I sprayed the window with chalkboard paint first and did, like, nine layers; I kid you not. Then I covered up the precious chalkiness, primed (Rustoleum, baby), and painted the frame with Rustoleum Painter's Touch in Gloss White.
*love*
Since it wasn't the most perfect job, I gave the frame a few swipes with a sanding wedge (a thingy that holds sandpaper) to make it look like I meant to make it imperfect, then sprayed it again. This time, with Rustoleum's clear coat.
I added screw eyes and some chain to hang it, and My Great-Grandma! [Viola… Keep up!]
Since I have two more window frames sitting around in the garage, I'm sensing a supply of spray-painting fun. I want one in yellow and one in bright pink, but we'll see. The spray paint aisle is my new yarn store.
Meaning, I stand in front of the display of the product I want and stare and contemplate and wonder and choose and decide against and compare and imagine and pick up and feel and doubt and put back and get frustrated and grab and buy and put receipt in special place in case of need for return and then use and sigh... It's all good.
I'm dying for a bright day to take pictures of merch for my Etsy store, since the lighting in my house in junk. (Can you sense we are in a long-term renovation by the look of the walls in the first picture?) Minnesota will not comply. Tomorrow, maybe?
Until then, the ladies and I will admire flowers and bikes on our little jaunts.
(V likes the flowers. G, the bikes.)
*love more than spray paint*
