His great grandfather took it apart, rebuilt it and refinished it in the 1960s. I have no idea how old it is. What I do know is that it is uncomfortable and, to be frank, kind of clunky.
But it was sacrosanct, so I never considered painting it. In our old apartment, it lived in my office until one day Hubby sat in it. Did I mention it's uncomfortable? We replaced it with a cushier chair, and this one moved to our storage locker. In our townhouse, it has lived only in the basement.
Itching to give the basement a look that is a little less "this is where furniture comes to die," I finally asked if I could paint the chair.
Hubby said yes!!!
So this came to mind:
|Vandongen Dingen; Matter; Anthropologie; Charlotte Love|
But Hubby said no.
Darn, so close. But I agreed: I didn't want this family heirloom (one of Hubby's few sentimental pieces) to look cheesy or too trendy. So I asked about black. Because the legs were already black, I reasoned, it was hardly deviating from his great grandpa's plan.
Hubby said yes!
|Source Unknown; Vandonden Dingen; West Elm; Pink Peppers|
I chose a super cool matte black for a more modern look. And it's perfect. Although still uncomfortable (I'd been hoping it was all in my mind, generated by my feelings of "blech" about how it looked). Here's a sneak peek:
I lightly sanded the chair with a fine grit sandpaper and then wiped it clean with a dry cloth. Easy-peasy.
Then I splurged on a paint+primer in one:
I learned the hard way I needed to be much closer than usual for this paint to work. Otherwise, it dried mid-air and just coated the chair with black dust. Of course, after I compared can labels, I realized the 6 inch difference between this and my usual paint. Always read the can!!
Using many very light coats, I first sprayed the underside, waited 48 hours and then flipped it over to paint the top. To make spray painting easier, we hammered little nails into the legs, so it "floated" a bit. That way, the paint didn't glue the chair to the cardboard.
I recently had to empty the whole living room to shoot a project for a magazine (details soonish) and while the space was empty, I snapped some photos of the chair. Doesn't it look like an art gallery in here?
Then I moved the chair to the dining room to see how the light was there. It has been sitting there since, not yet banished to the basement . . .
Maybe too many photos of a matte black chair? It's just that this is a BIG moment for me, a real turning point of no longer living with things that irritate me whenever I look at them. The chair and I can now be friends.
P.S. I linked up at the DIY Show Off Project Parade & POWW 100