A little high on. . .

So, I am someone that when I get an idea in my head. . . I just want to do it!  I've learned to curtail that to some extent and having a husband certainly helps.  Sometimes these things can be good--and other times not so successful.

So an idea has been brewing in my head and today I pulled the trigger. . . literally!  I'm having a hard time typing because my trigger finger is all jiggly.  Six years ago, my folks took Garrison overnight and Gary and I did some home improvement projects.  One of these projects included painting our while stools--orange!  Of course they are orange.  I love love love orange.  Love it.  The chairs were fine, but lately I'm seeing the uglier side--I don't think I chose the right kind of paint for this project.  They don't ever look clean and I've been falling in love with gray.  So Penny and I went off to Menards to find some gray paint.  Penny was amazed at the Christmas decorations.  I was surprised that there are seven baby Jesus' for sale and they are only $18.99.  There seems to be something wrong with that.  I digress.

I have no idea how to paint chairs--as evidenced by my orange chairs.  I tried to do some research this morning and grew tired of it.  Everything seemed too hard!  So I just found a can of gray spray paint, sanded things down a bit, and went to town!  According to the back of the can, I'm supposed to spray with the temperature above 50.  We are a little under. . . but I'm sure it will be fine.

I did discover some tape on the chair as I painted. . . along with some random bits on the seat.  Playdough perhaps?

So, I just did it.  Testify Gary and Mom!  :)  I'll let you know how it turns out.  I'm supposed to do a second coat in an hour, although I'm almost out of paint.  No matter, I'll just repaint the important parts.  Now if I could only get rid of my "paint fumes headache".