Birds of a feather flock together as the old saying goes. So these three little cafe chairs will stay together I hope!
I found the graphic over at The Graphic Fairy and loved the line of plump little birds who seem to be gossiping about important birdie things.
Like where the best feeding stations are.
They need to visit Audrey at Timeless Treasures to see the new one she and her husband built! Read about the two-story galvanized bird feeder here!
I bought the three chairs a few months ago and have been gradually working on them.
They needed a good cleaning and sanding.
My workshop - the driveway! Notice my fancy painting bins.
My first thought was to just paint the outside frame in a pale gray for a two-toned effect.
Then I decided to paint all but the seat.
Then I decided to paint each chair a different color.
One pale gray.
One shell pink.
Basically I was using up leftover paint.
I printed out the line of birds on regular paper. (Image by the Graphics Fairy!)
Then decided to use the phrase "Birds of a feather flock together" for the bottom rail of the back.
I used the reverse Mod Podge transfer method on the birds for the top rails of each back.
Regular old Mod Podge for the phrase at the bottom.
The seats received a generous coat of Old English to bring out the color of the wood.
A little antiquing with Distress Ink spray.
The birds first...
And then the bottom.
The three little bird chairs sit waiting in the shade to be packed up and delivered to the store.
From left to right: pink, gray, and white.
Yes, of course, I sanded the heck out of them for distressing, but only polished with a rough paper towel.
No wax, no varnish.
I think these three have a few more paint jobs in their future.
They are the type of chairs that live forever!
The project was started back in June and now here it is September, and I am finally through with them.
I have spent most of the summer with two surgeries on my left middle finger and a shoulder manipulation to tear scar tissue loose from my left shoulder.
Twelve weeks of physical therapy.
Countless hours here at home with brutal exercises.
Only to find out I have some kind of freakish scar tissue forming on both my shoulder and my finger. Not one of my doctors has ever seen scar tissue form at such a rate. So I give up. I stopped therapy and plan to go back to hauling home junk and orphaned furniture and painting and distressing and transforming.
For me life is all about the junk, not therapy.
Just maybe that is the therapy I should have been doing all along!