I didn’t want to write this post. I wanted to skip right over it, deal with this epic fail in silence and never mention it again. Ever. It started several years ago when I got a decorating bee in my bonnet and decided that I could no longer stand these chairs. It’s not the style of the chair I struggled with it was the fabric. Over the years almost every time I looked at these chairs, I decided that I actually hated them. I know. Dramatic much?
What I wanted was custom slipcovers for the chairs but with a laundry list of things the house still needs, it just didn’t make sense to spend the money. So I hatched a “fail proof plan.” I thought it through, weighed all the options, called all the friends I knew would agree with me and begged for a green light to paint.
When I finally got it, I woke up so excited to get started. I had complete confidence in my abilities. I was up on my high horse shouting, “If anyone can make this work, it is going to be me.” I mean it’s not like this was my first time painting the fabric on a chair. I had painted other chairs that I loved .
I watered down the paint and got to work.
After the first coat of paint had dried, I knew I was in trouble but I tried to stay calm.
But after the second coat dried, my heart sank. I cried my way through most of the third coat.
After the fourth coat dried, I stepped back to see what it needed. I decided what it really needed was custom slipcovers but by then it was too late. I had already ruined the chairs. I grabbed a bag of chips and the phone and called “The Voice of Reason.” She was gracious with her words and her kindness made me feel better, mostly. We decided I was exhausted from painting almost 7 hours straight and I went to sleep with knots in my stomach.
The next morning, did not bring me much comfort. With coffee in hand, I sat starring at a set of chairs, I still hated. I felt utter discouragement. Cue even more tears. Utter discouragement and more tears. And for good measure another bag of chips. The biggest bag of chips we had.
In the grand scheme of things this is totally minor. But it shook my confidence. It made me question my ability to paint and “make things happen.” Since then there has not been one mention of the chairs. Not one. And that makes it even worse. I’ve tried everything I can think of to make them better but painted chairs are no match for custom slipcovers. I guess the long and short of it is this, be very careful about the fabric you choose to paint. Be wise with your budget and the items you deem a necessity. Give yourself lots of grace if a project doesn’t work out like you envision. Lastly, for the love of your waistline, hide the chips.