On occasion, I will go for a walk in the snow. I used to skate and I’ve skiied and even snow-shoed but if I am lucky enough to ever live somewhere that doesn’t experience winter, you’ll never hear me say I miss it. It is and always has been something to endure.
So I’m getting better at working on projects that keep me from thinking about how ridiculous it is that our ancestors settled on the frozen part of the tundra. At Christmas I got a whole load of pots of chalk paints and finishes and I decided to play. Derek gave me carte blanche to mess around with a cabinet that I’ve never really liked. It has been kicking around the family for a long time but lost its charm years ago. The drawers were tough to open and the veneer was coming loose. The fancy woodwork around the inside of the glass was hanging on by a thread. The whole thing looked tired and dated so I relegated it to the basement years ago.
First, my carpenter-assistant spent some time making it structurally square and sound. I removed the glass door and its hardware as well as all three drawers. Derek cut out the wood supports for the drawers, making a gap big enough for some nice baskets. The bottom doors came off and were painted and given new handles. The outside received coats of grey and red chalk paint while the inside took tougher, dark grey latex.
Painting was time consuming but not as fussy as putting the doors back on. Derek had a heck of a time because they no longer fit properly once the cabinet was square again. However, he fussed and drilled and put in some new catches and made it all work. I happened upon some cool fabric baskets at Jysk and this is the result.
It will be moved into my studio/craft/art room and used to hold my special paints and tools.
I also used some of the finishing creme from Van Gogh to put a durable and funky new top on an old cedar chest but capturing it has proven difficult. It’s an irredescent, shiny coating and I’m not the world’s best photographer.
So now I’m looking around for the next project. Winter lasts a long time, after all.