I’m so sorry. I know the alliteration gets old but I seriously can not help myself. It’s like a disease. A delightful disease. See?!
Today I want to show you guys how a small change can make a big difference in your living space. It’s like scratching an itch. Or itching a scratch. I know my mom is wagging her finger at me right now. I think at this point I say it incorrectly just because she’s been correcting me since I was ten. HAHA MOM! I win.
I’m sure you don’t remember as well as I do, but our fireplace door was brass. Like, all up in your face brass. Like, WE WENT ON A NICE DATE AND I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE NOT RETURNING MY PHONE CALLS brass. Brass, you have a nice personality. I’m just not physically attracted to you. Let’s just be friends.
So I lovingly ripped off the fireplace doors and taped ’em up.
After going around the edges with tape, I covered the glass with a paper bag and did another layer of tape around the edges. Better safe than sorry!
You can see that I propped the doors up on some stakes. That was so when I painted around the edges the paint could get all the way to the back edge of the frame. It also prevents the frame from sticking to the tarp after the paint is dry.
The next step was sanding. I needed to rough up the smooth brassy surface with some fine grit sandpaper. 220 worked great.
I made sure to sand very lightly so I didn’t damage the frame with any deep scratches.
I know all of these steps seem tedious, but I promise it was worth it. After a light sanding I gave my precious brassy baby a wipe down with a damp cloth. A sponge bath, if you will.
BUSTED. Yes, we got fudge from the Fudge Kitchen in Nashville last weekend. And No. There isn’t any left.
Bricky the brick was concerned about the fudge situation.
Steve made me I decided, on my own, to do a coat of primer first. Because I’m a responsible and patient DIYer (no I’m not). I made sure to get “high heat” primer and paint since I was painting, well, something fire-related.
I had to wait a few days for it to warm up around here because at 50° the paint bubbled. Luckily (or not, if it means the world is ending) we’ve had a few gorgeous 65° days so I could get my spray paint on. The primer went on smoothly, and then after giving her an hour to dry it was time for the main event: the black coat.
I’m so excited I can’t even stand it any longer; I’m just going to show you the before and after.
I MEAN, RIGHT?
HUGE, ENORMOUS, MONUMENTAL DIFFERENCE… right?
Ok. So because I’m married to a realist I was informed last night that it’s not really that big of a difference. But you guys, to me it really is a huge change. Those brass doors were just always staring at me, taunting me. And now the fireplace doors receded into the darkness. Which is how it should be. The rest of the fireplace should get the attention, not the measly doors.
Can you see Olive in the picture above?
She watches my every move.
Please overlook the tourette-esque paint swatches on the wall.
Just so you know, I don’t pose Olive for any of my pictures. She just happens to be magnetically attached to my body. She is never more than 10 feet away from me or Steve.
She is such an attention whore.
She’s lucky she’s cute.
So now that I’ve walked you through how I scratched my itch (See mom? I can say it right!) I can go on my merry way.
Molly is coming in town tomorrow and then we’re all going out on the town to celebrate my birthday. For not living in Indianapolis very long I feel very grateful for the wonderful friends I’ve made. I can’t wait to hang with all my buds on Saturday. I may or may not be too hungover to post anything on Monday morning — 30 year olds have terrible hangovers from what I hear — so I’ll just go ahead and send you some extra love now, to make up for it. xoxoxoxoxoxo