Taking a risk is something that scares me deep down inside, but most people who know me never would guess that I am scared. Since I am not a convincing actress (I’ve been told my face reveals every thought), I am not sure what bravado most people see that I am apparently portraying.
Since my last blog on taking a risk, I have been mentally preparing myself to actually take a risk and PAINT a piece of furniture. The planning part is the easy part to me. Research, research and more research is my comfort spot, probably because that is what I do in my day job as a process analyst. But stepping out on faith and actually executing that planning, well, that is chartering into unknown territory.
I have been holding back because the large pieces of furniture that I want to tackle are still in storage and between the last two weekends being tied up with softball tournaments with the high school team my daughter plays for and my husband coaches, I’ve not had any help getting the pieces from storage to my parent’s workshop where they are allowing me to tackle these projects.
Last night, no one was home and I planned my end goal for Monday night. Clean, prep and apply one coat of chalk paint to the end table that we use daily that also has a matching piece in storage. Goal set….goal ACCOMPLISHED!
Here is a picture of the before (before cleaning or paint) two-tiered end table that my husband had restored over 20 years before. I did choose to use the Waverly Chalk Paint in Mineral from Wal-Mart. For me, attempting simple on a budget is important and I was fearful of sinking lots of money into this project and failing. Again, you can see that fear is a motivator in my thought and decision process.
This was a very time consuming job in places since this able has nooks and crannies and grooves galore. Regardless of the attention to detail, this was a very therapeutic time to listen to a home improvement television show as I painted. Painting of walls has been something that I have done frequently in the homes we lived in, so painting is not the fearful part, but the outcome on a piece of furniture has been the scary part this time.
Yet, as I painted, I felt relief, excitement and a sense of pride with how the color was turning out! I am so glad that I had researched that the brush strokes would clear themselves out on the second coat of paint or I really would have freaked out. Taking a deep breath, I trudged on! Below are a few views of my one and a half hour of work before anyone arrived home from work and softball practice.
Outside of the old towels that I used to safely protect the carpet, the table turned out well. These pictures are ones before the paint fully dried, so there are more streaks seen than after the piece fully dried. I’ll share a picture on the next post of a completely dried one coat result.
What is my next plan of action? Complete the second coat of paint tonight and allow this to dry for several days. Of course, softball games are on the calendar and being mom, score keeper and team cheerleader is calling my name for two days after my second coat of paint, so the clear coat (I’ll go into more detail on why I chose this instead of wax sealant in the final blog post of my risk taking adventure) will need to wait a few days.
I will admit, my confidence in my ability soared when my 17-year old son told me that he really liked the furniture and that I had done a great job! My hubby and daughter had also commented they thought it looked good, but they are more concerned with my feelings than stating the truth like my 17-year old. I am blessed that all three of my special people encouraged me as I took this risk…that made the risk even more sweet!
How did you take your risk? How did it make you feel? I’d love to hear from you.