And then there are some days I shouldn’t be allowed to pick up a paintbrush or stain rag. That was the day I when I applied an antique stain to the table. I had run out of the stain I usually use so I grabbed one off my shelf that I thought was similar. OMG! It was horrible! It just made the table look dirty. Not the cool-antique-kinda-dirty, but the yellow-greasy-needs-a-scrub-brush-sorta-dirty. (Don’t go looking for the pics of this disaster. I deleted them to protect my restyling cred. 😉 So…
After spending a couple of days trying to convince myself it looked fine, I couldn’t take it anymore. Did I learn from my mistake? Uhm, no. Instead of going to the store and buying the stain I knew would work, I convinced myself I needed something darker to cover the horrible mistake of the first stain. The change was so dramatic that I cursed and mumbled under my breath the whole time I was applying it.
And then something wonderful happened. The clouds parted, the sun came out and I could hear angels singing. Okay, I’m being dramatic, but…It looked good! I was going for just an antiqued finish, but I ended up with an antiqued western finish. Yay, me! That’ll work!