Fun with spray paint.

You guys, I had a huge yard sale in August. I mean HUGE. Our neighborhood does a sale every summer and for about a year now I’ve been planning on getting rid of a ton of stuff at it. Our storage space and garage were full of boxes left over from both the Arkansas booth and the last Vintage Bazaar I sold at, including a ton of stuff that never even made it to the shelves at either place. So over the span of about two months, I hauled it all down to the garage, priced it at next to nothing, and put it out bright and early that morning. We had a few hitches: for the first time, we sold out back (for this particular sale, almost everyone sells in front of the buildings) because a few people from our building were participating and there just wasn’t room up front. My downstairs neighbors, who have four kids, set up on the paved patio and I used the deck: this meant that shoppers hit her stuff before even seeing mine, and she had all baby stuff, so I lost a lot of people because they couldn’t see that there were vintage items farther in the yard. So that sucked. We rallied, made some signs, and tried to pull in all the shoppers we could…until about 1, when it down poured rain like Jesus was mad at us. Serious, crazy rain. We packed everything up, I sold a bunch of stuff for $5 to some lucky woman who happened to be in the right place at the right time, and then I made five trips to the Salvation Army and dumped all the stuff off. I didn’t even let myself look at what I was donating because I knew I would be tempted to keep it. Looking back now I am cringing at the thought of what I gave away, but I just can’t tell you how claustrophobic our apartment has gotten since our two additions have arrived…it just had to go.

Which is to say that I have been working really hard at not bringing more stuff into the apartment. I think I’m tons better than I used to be, but I still find myself buying the odd item that I really have no room for and that I’m not all that crazy about. For example, I’ve been accidentally collecting these cheesy 1960s busts lately.

I love the bigger busts and will always buy them when I find them for a reasonable price, because they’re great to display vintage jewelry on. But these are on the small side. I’m drawn to them, for some reason. But one day I got the brilliant idea that I should spray paint them a glossy, vibrant color and see what happened. The one in the photo on the right came from a half-price day at a thrift store (it was $1.75) so I figured, what the heck, what do I have to lose.

I kind of like it. The paint looks a tad orange-ish in these photos but it’s not — it’s a true, fire-engine red. Here’s my problem: I am not a good spray painter. I do okay with flat things like frames but when it’s something that stands up, I can’t help but get drips. It’s because I’m standing too close and using too much paint, isn’t it? I just can’t seem to get it right. And what do you do if you get a drip? Because on this project I tried sanding it down once it had dried but now I can’t get the coverage even in that area. I’m a little bummed because I really want to do the little boy and girl in nursery colors and use them for bookends — that would be cool, right? But I don’t want to risk it if I can’t spray paint them well. Advice welcome and appreciated!

November 23, 2011 - 6:53 pm

carmen lovely blog, I’m a new follower 🙂

November 25, 2011 - 3:32 pm

Lara Jo Thank you so much — your blog is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L — and thanks to Google Translator, I can follow it! Thanks both for the comment and for introducing me to your blog!