Friday, August 24, 2012

Rock me, Mama.

Hi there! Here is a quickie project that has actually taken me weeks and weeks and then my mom a few hours to boot. I have been itching to paint this rocking chair since I got it a few years ago. It was my rocking chair as a baby, which is so very sentimental, BUT, the swashbuckling theme was just not my style.

I even played the mom/dad card with this one. I think it may have been may last waltz with the "ask dad, then ask mom" game. I knew exactly how this would play out.
Me: "Dad, do you care if I paint the rocking chair?"
Dad: " You know how I am. I believe in preservation."
Me: "Dad says he doesn't want me to paint the rocking chair, but I think it'll look so much better in the nursery with a little color."
Mom: "Oh my God! That chair would have been on the curb if you didn't take it."

Somewhere in the middle, lies the truth and outcome as well all know it.
So without further ado, here it is...Oh! One more thing. This is step one. I want to add color, texture and whimsy to this. I just need to figure out how, and what exactly it is that I want to do.

Ahoy, Matey! Time to walk the plank

Lightly sand, prime, then paint

All primed! P.S. This chair took 2 cans of spray primer.

At home. I saw this color in the Spring **Valspar sample collection at Lowe's.
It goes with our "Almond Branches" print by Van Gogh

Mom finished the paint job while I was in the hospital, the sanded the edges to give it a broken in look.

**Valspar now has premade color samples at the paint counter. They phase in and out every season. They are great inspiration for any project type. I got another dusty blue color from the Spring collection that will serve as my starting line for the walls of the secret playroom.


  1. Hi Beth,
    Just the name valspar brings back
    memories of childhood, it was sold
    in the UK by Woolworths some forty years ago
    a store no longer trading over here.
    We had a tobacco jar affectionally known
    as the old mans head, Dad had painted the
    face a ghastly pink. it sat on the mantelpiece
    in the kitchen. It now sits above my fire.

  2. I love that you still have the jar! My mother has a lamb that sat on a shelf in the hallway of her mothers home. Everyone used to lick the bottom of the lamb. No one really knows why this started but admittedly, it was a bitter taste. I can taste it as I type! Memories are so grand...