Had a great outing with J and my brother last Friday. We drove south until the highway turned into a gravel road which turned into a dirt road which became the driveway of this wonderful farm. The owner hosts a big sale a few times a year filling the barn, sheds, and yard with antiques and wonderful "junk".
Isn't this old chicken house neat?! I love the trim paint.
I brought home a chair. It was in one of the last sheds we were in and, being hot and tired at the time, I didn't really check it out carefully until I got home. It's a very old chair and I think it had lived for a long time in a barn or shed along with pigs, chickens, or cows. I felt a little like a character from a Mark Twain novel scrubbing up a dirty child! It was bad!
Kind of hard to believe I paid money for this, isn't it . . .
After cleaning and removing two very deteriorated seats (attached with nails, tacks, and wire--and supported by old siding nailed underneath), a coat of primer helped cover any dirt I had missed--and I did start believing the chair might have a chance.
I tried some very pale blue almost white paint, but it seemed a little predictable. After its checkered past, this chair seemed to want something more. It's now a yellowy split pea green (Krylon Indoor/Outdoor Gloss Ivy Leaf spray paint)--very unlike something I usually go for, but somehow it suits the chair--or at least for now. No seat yet, but some leather on the way.