Painted Lady

It seemed wrong to talk about the hutch behind its back. She came to us a hippy horror, wood knobs and all... but free. Yes. Nothing sweeter, and solid, thick, heavy deliciousness that comes with scoring an outdated but quality piece. Her glass was murky greenish-brown, glazed with some kind of awful thick stuff.




















Sand paper, primer, 1 whole gallon of paint (it needed 2) and she was lookin’ pretty good. I couldn’t replace the hinges so we got new knobs to match. She was close, so close. I couldn’t figure out what to do about that u-g-l-y glass. Replacing it would be spendy, but I considered punching a design through thin metal or fabric. When I went to clean the paint off the glass, miracle upon miracle—the glass came clean! Beautiful, clear retro colored glass was hidden by half a century of grime. Really a magical moment. So here’s our painted lady. We’ll be sad to see her go (but love to watch her leave. teehee) Moral of the story? Paint is good, really good.