I love spray paint. As I mentioned before, it’s akin to Harry Potter type magic for me, so I do it, like, alllll the time. (But don’t worry, y’all — I’m not a huffer).
This past summer I spray painted this thrift store find a lovely shade of orange.
Now that I’m home, I’ve hung it in the dog bed corner:
I love how the “yum” from the kitchen is reflected in the mirror at just the right angle.
Remember the Yum letters in the kitchen/wall?
And here’s a close-up:
I’m really digging the orange mirror on the blue wall… #complementarycolorsonthecolorwheel #winning
Inspired by the spray paint magic of the mirror, I spray painted… some more stuff….
this pedestal bowl thing:
(And of course I re-color coordinated the books to match the blue of the bowl. Duh.)
Then I took this pretty-but-oh-how-much-prettier-it-could-be-with spray-paint mirror….
Covered the mirror part with painter’s tape:
…used an X-acto knife to cut the edges:
Then I threw it away!!!
Just kidding. I spray painted it:
My initial reaction was that I hated it. I was looking for more of a YELLOW yellow, not so nursery pastel yellow. Now I like it. Go figure.
Oh, how I love spray paint. Better yet, I love spray painting stuff that I have otherwise grown tired of… because I’m reminded of why I liked these things in the first place.
I should buy stock in Krylon.