




Man, I have stood idle far too long. A mere 10 minutes into revamping my wee space, I had already sliced two (important) fingers. One on each hand. You’ve probably seen versions of me and judged harshly. Go ahead. Kick me while I’m down. My game is so off!
Still, somehow, I managed to paint three whole pieces before the heat beat me down and while I still had full-functioning fingers.
Testimonial: I painted with Annie Sloan chalk paint today. I tried not to let myself spend $38 on a quart and $20-something on wax. I’ll admit I was curious, so I paid the piper after hearing only good things from Highly Experienced Furniture Painters. I tried to be skeptical, and may have succeeded through the first coat. It seemed like any other paint. BUT… WOW… the second coat went on so well that I started to rationalize the expense. (Surely there is monetary value in skipping the line, attitudes and wait at the big orange store?) And I love wax. Pretty much all kinds. But I really love the smell of paste wax, even though the instructions warn you NOT TO INHALE THE FUMES. So I rationalized again. After all, everyone who’s anyone knows that smelling and inhaling are two entirely different things.
In the end, Annie Sloan won me over. (You know how she is.) Maybe I was fume-affected. All I know for sure is that this paint covers well with no prep, dries quickly and sands easily. And there’s really not much more that you can ask of a paint, is there? Well…you can ask it to pick up a brush and get moving, but then everyone will know you’ve been breathing in fumes and your wax card may very well be revoked. I say don’t chance it.
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