I have a confession to make.
Well, another confession. Here is the last time I needed to make a confession.
I’ve discovered a new hobby – as if I need another one.
My hubby and I like to find antiques. We aren’t necessarily specific about what we like.
It is the joy of the hunt.
Sometimes we find things that we simply fall in love with and must bring home.
On a recent trip to Frankenmuth, we found a few things that we couldn’t walk away from.
Such as this old ice box, which is currently being used for storage, at least until we have the spot ready for it:
But not this time.
This time, the moment I saw the shelf, I knew that although it was perfect, the color wasn’t fabulous.
Here comes the confession.
I decided to paint it.
When it comes to painting, I think I like it. Until I pick up the brush and make the fifth or so dip into the paint can. At that point, I am done, my arms hurt and I begin to imagine myself collapsing in front of the television.
This time was different.
I’d heard about chalk paint but hadn’t used it. When I realized that chalk paint was easy to use with very little prep, I knew I had to try it.
This was done in two evenings, including the waxing which is an optional step when using chalk paint.
Here is the shelf nestled into my writing corner:
I’ve enjoyed this process so much that I am looking for new projects. The first was a wooden crate that I use for storage. I even picked up the supplies to repaint a couple of pieces of furniture for my kitchen.
Painting seems to be a good distraction to get my brain moving and I am writing more.
We’ll see how I feel after I’ve finished the two large projects I have lined up.
I think I will be looking for the next piece of furniture to work on.
What other creative outlets do you have?