Yessirree this antique GMC truck runs! It pulled up alongside the orchard to have a sit while its occupants caught the sights across the fields. I couldn't see who was driving it so I went over and asked if I could photograph their truck. It was just perfect, especially in this setting. As I approached, I saw two petite older women. Ha! Like any proud mama, the driver, who was probably in her early seventies (about ten years younger than her cohort), beamed with pride over her baby, straightened out her hoodie, and said with a corner smile deep nod that absolutely I could catch their total coolness on film. Great ladies. Great truck. Great day.
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This is an antique tall chest, or dresser, painted in a cozy coral chalk paint then clear waxed for protection. I added a raised stencil on the fronts of three drawers and subtly applied dark wax for just a hint of age. The original pulls are painted in a soft silver which set strikingly against the warm coral. It enhances the dresser's fine detail and draws out the piece's crafted elegance. I am in love with this color and want to use it on everything. I get like that with colors. You may see color clusters. Now available to grace any area of your home. Remember this cutie before? An antique dresser brings instant character to any room, and this one has fantastic detail to layer on the charm. Painted in a pale spring green chalk paint, it is finished in a dark wax and distressed to highlight its very unique and original gorgeous detail. The dark wax distinguishes the fine features of the dresser while also adding depth to the gentle color. Green, turquoise and brown ceramic knobs with antiqued bronze centers complement the paint detail and bring the drawer fronts to attention. This piece would be perfect as a dresser, but would also be a showpiece in any area of your home.
35 1/4" H x 50 1/2" W x 22 1/2" D Available The bare before: I snatched up this little desk in its bare state from a family selling it at the end of their driveway. With all of the tagsalers out roaming and scooping, it was meant to be mine. I spied it from a hundred yards out and whipped my blinker on as I yanked the wheel to slip my van onto the tree belt. There it sat perched on the pavement trying to be brave instead of crying out to not be orphaned curbside. Its sad little furniture pout was too much to resist. It had no reason to fear, I had every intention of tucking it in my van and bringing it home. It was dirty, dinged up and raw looking. But I love that. Using milk paint was the solution to give it a nice sprucing while playing up the time worn markings from being a loyal desk to families down through generations. The family I purchased it from told me they had purchased it in Pennsylvania about forty years or so ago. Now it will move along to another fine home. Buttermilk was my color of choice in order to perk it up and contrast with the wood's stain which would show as distressing transpired. Milk paint is an amazing but finicky thing. It can be very temperamental on certain surfaces, and you must be prepared to accept the consequences which are unpredictable but usually awesome. You do have some control if you apply it as appropriately as possible given the item and its prior finish, but there is still a margin for milk paint's personality to shake up the outcome. The thing to remember is, it's paint. It can be sanded back off or painted over. Deep breath and sigh of relief. So, I slapped on the first coat and it looked pretty awful (normal). This stuff dries super fast which is perfect for we almost-instant gratification kind of people. I was anxiously inspecting for the signs that milk paint was doing its thing: self-distressing or soaking in. After two hours, nothing. After three hours, slightly more than nothing. After four hours of intermittently scanning every surface and nook, what to my wondering eyes should appear but a little crackle here and a chip chip there. Hand swing up to the heart. It was love. Milk paint antics had been delayed, but finally arrived in all its luscious, crackly chippy glory. I slathered on the second coat and it looked way better (normal). Now all I had to do was sit back and observe. Yes, I like watching paint dry. Section by little section, the paint pulled and peeled and picked itself perfectly apart. Hand sanding smoothed out the process. The warm, creamy yellow buttermilk color was perfect against the red-brown tone of the wood which was busting out in fragments all over. The little roll top desk now had a chipper chippy furniture smile. As my first experience actually using milk paint, I must say I thought it to be wonderful. I like the edgy mystique it has. I like the drama and suspense of see how it will act or react on different surfaces. I love to await the peeling, crackling and burrowing in it chooses. It won me over. Mixing it with water to get the right consistency was not too intimidating to me. Maybe because I like the challenge of doing it right or maybe because I have learned that again, its just paint. Added too much water? Mix in a bit more paint powder. Too little? Splash in another dash of water. Do I like to make mistakes and clean up my own mess? No, I much prefer to get it pretty close to right the first time around, but if not, I won't let that stop me from testing the waters (literally here) with different techniques and products. The adorable after: |
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