So about that freshly stripped table..
Shockingly, I ended up painting it.
I really was going to vinegar paint it but all of my dry pigments are in New York.
So while I was paint-shopping at Sinopia I noticed they have some cool stuff in their clearance section including Iron Glimmer from Morocco. I probably need some, afterall if you're going to use an iron oxide god knows it's always better when it's from Morocco.
(If you have no idea what to do with Iron Glimmer from Morocco stick around because as soon as I get my hands on some pigments I'll do a demo here. I'll do demos here occasionally as time allows. This blogging is really cutting into my naps)
I know the table looks hideous now but just wait.
Honestly I think most of what I paint looks hideous until the final days.
Case in point:
By next week they'll look less Edward Gorey-inspired.
Frightening, aren't they. They look like me in the morning after I've been up all night painting.
Actually it is kind of like looking at yourself in the mirror in the morning. Well, maybe it's just me but I cannot survive without a small boudoir-type lamp in the bathroom. I can't say enough about how much my disposition improves when the first image I see of myself is in low, chiaroscuro-esque lighting. Try it if you don't believe me.
I'm not saying it makes you look ravishing or anything. But looking less freaky first thing in the morning can seriously set the tone for your entire day.
I swear I look like this if I don't do the lighting trick:
So instead of doing the final-finish paint job on the table I'm getting myself back on track with my stuff, for the HeART of WinTer show which is like next week. I'm so seriously not ready. As per usual.
And now it's time for make up for me then glitter and garniture for these girls...