STILL Can't Leave Well Enough Alone

Oops!...I did it again

I played with the brush, got lost in the paint

Oh baby, baby

Oops!...You'd think that I'd know

That style's a no-go

I'm not that dim-witted

eeee-nuf, i say.

i usually max out on britney spears after 3 lines (the time it takes me to "spin the dial") so now i'm all quivery and queasy 'cuz i've been "oops-ing" for weeks now while i've redone another redo.  

nope, i cannot leave well enough alone.  n o t.  a t.  a l l.

here's the table as i was attacking it with my annie sloan chalk paint-covered brushes last spring.  

vintage window top, grungy green

gold and burgundy frame.  even duffy has to avert his eyes.

as i recall, the old white and provence cans of chalk paint were in my possession for less than an hour before i attacked the table.  spastically attacked the unsuspecting table.  

i'd say it was more of an experiment than a project and my hypothesis that it would be "fabulous" because i was using my dream paint in the most popular color could NOT be wrong.

my hypothesis was wrong.  

see?  i spazzed.  yes, i know it doesn't look THAT bad but that's because jenn took those photos and she's got that magic camera-thang happenin'.

even jenn hated it in person.

the poor table was sent to the land of misfit furniture and i plumb forgot about it... 'till i felt the need to extend our weirdly warm and wonderful weather a tad longer with another application of annie sloan antibes green.  yes, it worked on 'da big 'ole motha of 'da nature when i thumbed my green mirror at her recently--you're quite welcome--so i thought i'd give it another go.  

almost 58 here and for the rest of this december week.  yes, i'm working my antibes green magic and dancin' a jingle bell jig along the way.

we all know that antibes green can blind a beast so i took it down a notch with dark wax.  see the inside of the frame in the top left where there is no wax?  yep, that'd be the raw green gunning TO burn holes in your corneas.

figuring that a coffee table will be bumped and battered, i made some pre-emptive swipes with the sandpaper so that the new owner doesn't faint when timmy rams it with his tonka.

so?  you think it's too much...um...green?  fine, but you're kinda wussy about color, miss "you can't go wrong with white".  let's remember that i'm not painting everything white just to make a few bucks.  not yet.

i did strip in some stripes 'cuz i felt stripy.   like?  hate?  eh?  just spit it out, i can take it.

wipe your lips, please.  no, to the left a bit.  no, the other left.  okay, you got it.

the whole taping/striping bonanza is like a surprise birthday party that's no surprise.  you're totally excited at the idea that it's going to happen so you prep and primp but then you want to run for the hills just as you start to open the door because you don't know what to expect and you need to pull off the "i'm so surprised"-face so you don't let down your guests. 

you following me with this?  fine, i'll end it there since it's a monday and we're all a bit foggy.

yes, the peeled up splotch was a large contributor to my decision to distress the old bitty.

i like it.  not too much but it's growin' on me.  

like a fungus.

HEY, Y O U!!!  YES, Y O U!!

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