I had before pictures of my lovely chandelier make-over, edited and uploaded, including all the stages of progression. With the new fancy light bulbs purchased yesterday, all there was left to do was apply the final top coat of spray paint before assembling and installing it in our dining area. Then I would experience thrills of delight as I photographed it to share.
Sounds perfect, right? What could go wrong? Crafting and general DIY shenanigans never fail! Hahahaha. Ha. Fluffy nope.
I’m sipping on disappointment while I type from my couch. Eeyore’s raincloud growling above my head so to speak. I told you at the start of this blog that I’m not the King Midas of crafting, gold, the perfect touch and what not. I’m just bummed it had to be true this time around. What went wrong you might ask? Trying to be thrifty is what went wrong. Note to self: always be willing to splurge on brand new spray paint. What I mean is, don’t cut corners or pinch the pennies on the final touches that will seal your masterpiece for ages. “Treat Yo Self” with a little extra insurance by going and buying the right stuff now and then.
Basically, when I needed the top coat to seal the beautifully repainted chandelier, my husband, being the helpful man he is, reminded me we definitely have a can of sealer in an unpacked box downstairs. Don’t worry about going out and buying more, he said. Kent dug through boxes for me and pulled out a set of Rust-Oleum “Never Wet” Sealing Top Coat that I had used on an outdoor bird feeder a while back. Hesitantly, I asked if it would really work for my indoor chandelier and he reassured me it would look just like any other top coat. It would be fine, he said. I shrugged and went with it. It would be fine, I thought. Maybe another lesson here is that I’m too trusting.
After applying the Step One layer of the top coat duo, I let it dry. All good so far. My days had been a smidge crammed. I had been working on the project here and there over the course of the past few days when I got a chance. I couldn’t wait to finally get this baby up on the ceiling and see the result! Not to mention, finally hiding the taped up electrical cords that have been hanging out of my kitchen ceiling like old spaghetti, while guests have come and gone. I digress. The point is, I applied the final Step Two of the top coat. As I began spraying I quickly noticed a frosty sheen like you might see on something freeze-dried or on the edge of an object that you applied too much super glue to. I held my breath hoping it was just the drying process. Nope. No amount of shaking the can would make a difference or spraying from a greater distance. It was still leaving a white sheen with inconsistent splotches of dried top coat on each branch of the chandelier.
I’m an optimist. Or I just hang on to denial by my finger nails until there’s no point. With an uneasy feeling in my gut I thought, “maybe this will be one of those happy accidents and it will give it an aged effect.” Fluffy fat nope. Twenty minutes later, I poked simmering chicken around in a pan for dinner and accepted defeat. I wanted to cry. It’s a little silly, really. It’s just a chandelier I got for free from a friend. But on the other hand it was a home decor project that I had been squeezing in time for in order to make our home more lovely. You get me. It was a crappy few minutes.
When my husband got home he felt terrible that he had steered me wrong and tried offering all the helpful solutions he could think of. Which included scrolling through my Pinterest boards pointing at anything that looked like it could be made in 10 minutes which I could try to make into a blog post before bed. He instructed me not to listen to his craft advice again. It’s not 100% his fault. I just needed to stew in my moody thoughts for a bit, pretending it was the end of the world and grieving the waisted time. Kent offered to take the chandelier to work and sand blast the layers off so I can try again later. Crossing fingers that doesn’t end in disaster. Ha. I’ll let you know.
And then he said I should just blog about the truth. Yay! No, that’s not really what I thought at first. Let’s be real. #%$&@! or some sarcastic thought ran through my mind briefly and then I realized he was right. The internet does not need more false perfection. Nothing else leads us to unrealistic expectations like comparing ourselves to other’s polished and seemingly flawless achievements. I don’t want to be that person. We all have a skeleton in the closet at one time or another. Or at least loads of unfolded laundry which we shove in the nearest closet and piles of mail we cram in random drawers when last-minute guests come by. No one is Barbie. Actually even Barbie has her own problems too and we all know what they are. Haha.
I admit, I tried first to hastily finish another half finished project. It would not have turned out the way I want it to. A late night just in an effort to meet a personal New Years blogging resolution just isn’t worth it. I’m a finisher. I hate not completing what I set out to do. It’s also perfectionism. In reality it gets in my way more than it helps me in life. I’m working on that. And one of the steps to making my weakness work as my strength is by putting it in it’s place and knowing when to roll with the punches. The real resolution is to be real about it.