You know how growing up, you always rolled your eyes when your mother told you those cliche sayings like, “There’s doing things the easy way, and there’s doing things the right way.” I hate it when her advice ends up being right. The former sassy teenager in me cringes.
Here’s how I learned a life lesson from a chair.
For a while now I’ve been trying to figure out furniture for our office that is currently a dumping ground for all of our random junk that we don’t know what to do with yet. Drooling over Pottery Barn catalog setups is an occasional past time for me, and it’s where I found a desk and chair that was perfect for our space and style. The part that’s not so perfect- the price tag.
Here she is:
$400 for a desk chair and $900 for a little desk? On an English teacher’s salary? It ain’t happenin’. (And if you can appreciate the irony in that previous sentence, you get an A+.)
So I was looking around at my other favorite website, Craigslist, (I swear y’all, I do have a life outside of internet window shopping), and I found THIS baby!
And I haggled $10 off the price, which cost me a whopping $65. Not bad compared to $400, right?
So here’s where things start to get a little hairy. I wanted to jump on this project. I got the spray paint I needed and was ready. And today, as I was walking out into the garage with grimy paint clothes donned and spray can in hand, I realized I forgot to buy primer. Eh…no big deal. I want to get this thing done and end up with the awesome, glossy black antique chair.
Two hours later, after having tried 2 coats of black spray paint that didn’t stick worth a lick and dripped all over the place, and after making the trek to the store to buy not only the primer I needed in the first place, but also a sanding block to de-funkify my colossal paint-fail, I realized in that moment that Mama is always right. (Waterboy would understand.)
Moral of the story: Prime before you paint, people! Do as I say, not as I do.
And of course I documented the whole chair debacle.
This little yellow chair was so cute, and part of me actually wanted to keep it the way it was, but since it’s going in Robert’s Marine Corps focused office, I figured it wouldn’t be very manly.
And then I killed it.
Then the paint kept dripping…and dripping…and dripping….
At this point, I had a breakdown…
And neighbors stared…okay not really. But then, the stupidity didn’t end. I thought, “Gee, what will fix this? Maybe another coat of paint.” Smack palm on forehead. Seriously, I knew better.
Yep, still crappy. Now the drips have dried causing a bumpy finish, and spots still aren’t adhering to the paint. Off to Lowe’s I go.
In case you were wondering if this has a happy ending, this stuff saves the day- Zinsser Primer-Sealer Stain Blocker…basically it gives the paint something to stick to.
And she is now primed and ready for her super sexy black coat.
So for now, the final reveal will be put on hold until I can follow up with the black paint over the primer. It’s going to be fab, I promise, but the fabulousness will have to wait a day or two.
In the end, after the entire debacle, I thought of a lesson that I liked even better: “If everything was easy, nothing would be worth it.” If there was ever a proverb for DIY, that one would definitely have to be it.