So, you might remember the chest of drawers I refinished for my oldest son...
Well, let's just say that the final product wasn't what I imagined. It just needed something, but I wasn't sure what. I had used a satin paint and while I thought I didn't want it shiny, after it was done, it just didn't look right. Plus, the satin finish seemed to show every single flaw that I hadn't completely sanded out. It just looked... BLAH.
And since we're all about honesty here at Little Big House On The Prairie, I will admit that I attempted to use a clear spray gloss to use as a sealer, protectant, and to give it a little shine. Boy, did I screw it up! I don't know if heat got to the can or what, but it was glossy in spots and had a white film in others. In fact, I could run my hand along the top of the surface and it would come up coated in a white dust. What was THAT all about? It did NOT look like it did when I used the gloss to put a clear coat on a peg shelf I painted for the diva. What it did look like was polk-a-dotted. I really wanted to cry. I mean, REALLY. But more like a 3 year old temper tantrum cry. I was soooooo frustrated!!! I did NOT take a picture of that hot mess!
Too, I found out that using a paint brush on furniture looks terrible. Unless you want to see every little brush stroke, its a bad idea. I have to admit, after I used the spray gloss and it looked so terrible that I spent a good amount of time
Yesterday, I finally got the guts to go up against the stupid chest of drawers again to try to salvage what I had already started. I REALLY didn't want to have to sand it (one thing I've discovered I hate with a passion) again, re-prime, and then repaint. Armed with a nifty foam brush and a can of Min-Wax Polyurethane, I tackled the dumb thing again. I let it dry overnight and hit it with a second coat this morning. Shutting the door on it, I put it out of my mind for another few of hours.
When I went back into the room, I could have sworn I heard the angels singing the Hallelujah Chorus! I actually got tears in my eyes. Yes, I was THAT frustrated by the whole entire thing. Beautiful... Shiny... Perfect. And the oldest son got to finally take it into his room, where I told him to go easy on it for the first few days.
So, here it is. FINALLY!