Spray Paint Magic on Met Monday

What would we do without spray paint?

It gives new life to the woebegone orphans we tuck under our wings, covers the multitudinous sins of the hard-living curbside floozies we load into the backs of our mini-vans, and turns almost any old Frog into a charming Prince. It's magic in a can.

When our daughter Anne shopped our house for furniture she wanted to take to her first apartment,
she laid claim to the Queen Anne highboy in the pink bedroom. (See it here.)

But when we realized what a hassle it would be to move it up those 26 steps into Annie's place, she looked elsewhere in the house. She chose -- a bit reluctantly -- the old oft-painted pine dresser from my childhood that was doing stand-in for cupboards in our butler's pantry.

Here it is, waiting in the front hall to be brought outside for its makeover,
wearing an old Williamsburg color paint I gave it almost 30 years ago:

It needed to be Heirloom White.

The grass was very damp, so we -- if by "we" I mean "Howard" -- painted
the drawers on the front porch. First coat:

The case, and an old oak mirror we had tucked into the back of our closet, also got the white spray treatment:

And here is how it looks in Anne's bedroom at her new apartment,
which is actually an old apartment -- in a lovely 4-unit building:

If it seems as if the mirror is hung high, that's because it is. On purpose.
Anne is 5-feet 10-inches tall.

On top, a little Erte print and a Lenox dresser set. Anne's flea market finds.

Anne took the pictures and sent them to me; I forgot to take my own.

After painting the dresser and mirror, Howard and Dion took a little stroll

while I cast about for something else that needed painting.

Not surprisingly ... I found something.

This old wicker rocker was my in-laws' and it's been white since they bought it, was green before they bought it, and I thought I should see how it looked with some brazen-hussy red on its lovely bones.

Howard got into this; spray painting is addictive. First coat done:

For the red, we used Rustoleum 2X paint -- it is supposed to cover
more completely the first time around. And it does. Yes, it really does. I love it.

We put the rocker back on the porch to await a second coat:

Hmmm.... I like it, and it matches the color of the wooden rocker on the other side of the porch. But I'm thinking, for second and subsequent coats, maybe a darker red? More a dark apple? Not so fire engine bright. Better for fall and winter. That's the fun of spray paint -- Prest-O, Change-O, you have new colors at your fingertips!

Our lawn guys are going to think we had some fight out here:

Now if I could figure out a way to use 3000 cans of spray paint to do the house, we'd be in business:

I'm linking up to Metamorphosis Monday, at Susan's Between Naps On The Porch blog; this is a wildly popular blog party, and great fun to see what people have done to transform, renew, change, restore their treasures. And some don't even use spray paint!

Click on the icon, or any highlighted words above, to travel to this fun blog party. Best -- Cass