Here is a little peek at my new chalk painted table. I'm really pleased how it's finished up. I will show you more shots soon and perhaps do a little chalk painting post. Chalk painting turns into a mission. I can share that with you. These sweet little cakes were on sale, 23p each!! and I won't be able to share these because I can tell you I ate them all. In the quest for keeping up moral and all that.
|article by Greedy for colour|
Another thing which slipped into my basket this week, was the Simply Crochet magazine. I've become quite good at not buying magazines but I think the thing that toppled me was this article,
How to make Becky Garratt's rainbow daschund. So cute, I have spotted him before.
One day sweet doggy, You will be mine!
|moral boosting things!|
So anyway, on with the chalk painting. The table is a success. It's very bright. Very. We could wear sunglasses while we eat. It's bounces a huge amount of light into the room. All good. But then, I decided to paint the bench.......after mistakenly buying paint that was just not the right colour. I was looking for a gentle grey/blue and it ended up looking like an undercoat. What really exasperated me was that I've made the very same mistake before. I've probably gone through same thought process and pointed at the same colour again. What a ninny. I was a bit cross with myself.
So the only thing to do was grab the remainder of the chalk paint. I slung some into a jar and mixed in some pale green acrylic in a kind of I just don't care anymore. Started painted. I had a kind of vintage green idea, but this wasn't going to be right either. So I went back to the white. We'll go with white. Just paint. Paint the slats, more slats, back of the slats, the side of the slats........I could see this was going to take time. I started to lose the will to live at this point!
Chalk paint on a bench is not a good idea. Life is like that sometimes. It's all part of the creative journey!! But I've started now and I will get there in the end.
Why it was so important to have a white painted bench and table I couldn't tell you right now.
Infact I can now see there is a whole other world out there. Away from the chalk paint....
|called out into the evening light.|
Some beautiful moments at the end of the day. I had a little wander. It just helped me to put everything back into context.
|bathed in a golden light|
It's so easy to lose track of the important things. I'm usually trying to avoid something difficult when I get like this.
|the evening sun|
Time to breathe out, everything is okay. If a little intense at times.
|a golden sun going down.|
and there is a whole lovely world out there.