I’ve had this purple t-shirt for a long time. In fact, I’ve had it since my husband and I were dating 11 years ago. It got me through from the eyeing-each-other-across-the-room stage, the does-he-really-like-me stage, and all the way to ’til-death-do-us-part. It slowly got worn less and less as I realized that midriff-baring-tees weren’t quite the thing anymore. But I kept it.
I’ve always had this idea that refinishing furniture would be a fulfilling, joyous project to undertake. It’s unfortunate that I didn’t learn otherwise until my second chemical burn in fifteen minutes (boo! to paint stripper) and was too far in to bow out gracefully. So, before you start your first refinishing project, let me give you fair warning:
Refinishing furniture is a work of love. It costs more and takes longer than you think it will. It takes time, patience, and several very thick pairs of rubber gloves.
Still with me? Bravo. Splendid. Well done. We shall begin.
As previously mentioned, my husband and I have produced a few children. We wanted to set up a kids’ computer on the main floor – we hear computer literacy is big these days – but didn’t have room for a full desk. My search on Varage sale found me a wooden child-sized table and chair for $10. Perfect.
The table and chair looked something like this when I got them:
The table and chair had taken a bit of a beating in the past, as well as being painted in bright primary colors. Now I have nothing against bright colors (you should come over and see my house sometime), but this 90’s retro-chic just wasn’t what I was going for.
So for my first ever furniture stripping project, I decided to tackle the table. I’ve done a fair amount of painting over the years, and figured refinishing would be a roughly equivalent amount of effort. Right? Riiiight.
I’m really a cosplayer at heart. I say at heart because it’s not something I’ve ever devoted a lot of time to, though I do routinely plan out costumes I’d make if I ever had the time (Princess Peach, Jennifer Parker, Petra Venj… the list goes on). There’s something about dressing up and going out dressed to the nines that I love. Something. I don’t know. Something amazing, I guess.
For those of you who don’t know Peppa pig, let me introduce you. She’s a cute and wiggly little toddler pig with a British accent and a funny giggle who runs around having adventures with her piggy family. She looks something like this:
My cute, wiggly little toddler girl is on a Peppa kick, and Grandmaman surprised her with the Hug ‘n Oink Peppa Pig for Christmas. My daughter is quite enthralled with her new Peppa, so on boxing day, we set off on a Peppa sewing adventure.
It all started with a pair of socks.
It was one of those rare occasions when I managed to bring my husband to the mall. This means a mandatory (though painless) stroll through the collectibles merchandise store.