I have to confess that painting scares the crud out of me. Why, you ask?
I have no idea.
I have no idea.
I think it's because I might choose the wrong color--ask C about the color I chose for the dining room! We went with the one he chose.
Or because I might make a blasted mess. Um, yeah, that goes without saying.
But I am slowly learning that this is something I CAN do.
So, although I have a long way to go to be as fearless as Rebecca or Melissa or Kimba (who inspire me all the time to want to DO something) , I want to show you my first repainted thrift store find.
Got this little chalkboard/whiteboard easel at good ol' DI and pulled out my trusty sponge brush and patio paint.
I like how it turned out and I love that the black hides the marker.
Maybe some day I'll feel brave enough to put a brush to a wall or use spraypaint.
