Did I mention that I’ve created a little DIY hell for myself over here? Math. Measuring. And beyond that, I’ve bought my children no fewer than one hundred and fifty (give or take) rulers and the only one I can find is blue, with nearly illegible numbers and a three hole punch.
What’s that? Christmas? Oh, heavens, there’s plenty of time.
A few months ago a dealer called and said, “I found some chairs you might like. I thought I might clean them up myself, but if you want them I’ll sell them to you.” At first I couldn’t decide if they were better than my old chairs, or just different. In the end I decided better.
Obviously, they needed to be painted. The dealer thought they should stay light, as did the landscape designer, but the curtains may have a Miles Redd-inspired ruffle and I thought the sweetness of the room needed to be cut a little bit. So I preceded to turn my dining room into a work room and, as Mr. Blandings is not me, he didn’t say a peep. For weeks.
Painting things black I got. The gold detailing is more vexing than the entire wall project. Times ten.
Still. I am determined.
And, like many flirtations that bloom into full-fledged infatuations, there was Spring and Jil Sander. You can always woo me, seduce me, sway me with a full skirt and white top, but the smack of those red lips was irresistible.
Don’t play to type and do overlook the text, but concentrate instead on that gleamy green and the dash of red at top and toe.
To complete the project you will need: (clockwise from top left) A plastic cup resembling a party favor, a crumpled paper towel, a clean sock, paint, tracing paper, a palette knife, a white graphite pencil, a piece of chalk, brushes, a Gladware bowl that is missing its top, a used kitchen sponge and inspiration.
I had ordered stencils from Stencil Library and they are lovely. I gave them a go a few weeks ago and they were not for me. It sort of turned the project from something creative into a job. That said, they are very nice and if you are not confident enough in your drawing skills, they are a fine way to go.
Instead, I regressed to an old favorite past time of drawing on the wall.
As the walls are green, I used chalk to outline the design. It wiped away very easily and did not leave a mark when corrections were needed.
I alternated between holding images from Michael Smith, Mary McDonald and Gracie to create the design. The Smith room had a paper very similar to this Gracie panel, though it was a little denser than what I wanted for the room. The McDonald walls had the right feel, but different flowers.
I drew the entire project before I started painting. (This is unlike me, as painting is the fun part.) Sketching in the design easily took twice as long as painting. Prep is always longer and a little less fun.
But then I got to go to the art supply store, which is almost as good as jewelry shopping. I explained to the lovely woman working at Utrecht that I was trying to avoid having to go over the design twice. She suggested Golden paint in a dense opacity. We chose Titanium White and then she suggested Titan Buff to take the edge off; Iridescent Pearl (Fine) (and it was) was added for a little luminosity.
I chose the brushes myself and developed a deep and lasting love for both the large #10 and the smaller #2. #6 and I took an immediate dislike to one another and will never be friends. Beyond that, we cannot see what anyone would see in the other, though we stopped short of become enemies. We will smile and nod, but will be unable to move beyond social pleasantries.
I did pick up a couple of pieces of green poster board to test color and consistency. And, yes, I agree, based on the testing it appears that I made a rather large leap of faith.
I could not manage to draw a good butterfly. Eventually, I created a template from the stencil and traced around these with the graphite pencil (chalk would have been too thick.) The butterflies were the best part.
Once the paint was dry I rubbed off the chalk with a clean and coincidentally-inside-out sock that was sitting in the laundry basket that I had just brought up from the basement. I imagine a clean, soft cloth would do.
Somewhere along the way I’ve heard the last shall be first and the first shall be last and I don’t think it was related to puberty, though it worked out that way in my experience. Also with the mural. I should have painted the “ground” first and then the trees and bushes, but I didn’t quite know how to go about the ground so I skipped to the good stuff. As it turned out, it was pretty easy. I used the same paint combination, but thinned it until it was very watery. I then looked for my sponge brushes for twenty minutes, gave up, and used half of a sponge from under my kitchen sink instead; it worked fine.
Onward and upward. Or downward as I think a rug may be next.
The dining room walls are (mostly) finished.
There is a blank spot here just the to left of the door that you cannot see. (Also, out of range, is the pile of paint and paper and nonsense that is atop my dining room table.)
The butterflies were an unexpected delight, and as you have no before and after you cannot tell, but they really added something. Movement maybe. Whimsy.
I will be back on Tuesday to post colors and materials and process.
Promise.
