My grandfather christened this chair while I was rescuing it from his barn’o'stuff. I was excited about the unusual shape, he dryly commented that it looked like a heavy man sat on it.
After getting it home my Dad shared some powertools with me and so one wet rainy evening I would’ve terrified anyone passing my window by looking a little something like this…
Sanding revealed several distinct layers of paint, and confirmed to me that yes, wearing a mask is necessary when working with old paint unless you want to feel like you might cough your lungs right out of your body (i kid you not!).
As sometimes happens, life interrupted this project, the above pics all date to Oct/Nov 2011. I was mostly done sanding all the way back down to bare when something came up, I can’t even remember what distracted me but the chair sat out in my garage, pretty much naked, patiently awaiting my attention for the best part of 12 months until I finally came back to it, the following Autumn.
In the meantime I had read Portia’s tips on painting furniture which I kept loosly in mind, taking her advice to leave each coat of paint over night and going in search of a tin of wax to smooth out my finish. There’s no gloss here, and was never going to be, I’m more of a matt girl, what you do see is 3 layers of emulsion, topped with a generous rub of furniture polish wax stuff… all culminating to make a pretty happy “after” shot!