I would get so nervous before a softball game that I’d pray for a rain out, but the rain didn’t come. So there I was, suited up and standing on the field as the umpire yelled, “play ball!”
Fast forward to this week, the gray clouds were looming in the sky, and once again, I hoped for a rain out.
I have never painted furniture for anyone but me. This time, it was for a paying client.
I had often thought of starting a furniture painting business, and now the ball of opportunity had been thrown my way. Doubts ran through my mind like, will she like it? what have I gotten myself into?
But once again, there was no rain out.
So I picked up my paint brush, the doubts subsiding with each brush stroke.
The first coat was done, leaving me wondering what I should do next.
After referring to the inspiration piece, I decided to dry brush Old White over the French Linen, wiping it off as I went along.
Now it was time for the finish. Should I mix French Linen with clear wax or use dark wax, I debated.
I finally decided to apply a coat of clear wax, followed immediately by a coat of dark wax, letting it settle into the corners and crevices of the armoire.
I spent a lot of time on the details, and being both glad and mad that I am such a perfectionist.
After hours of labor, lots of sweat and a little frustration, I was finished.
Throughout the process, I questioned whether it was worth it.
But then I would realize that I was sharing my talent with someone else.
I learned what I would do differently next time.
And I gained confidence in my ability to do this for others…
Lessons I wouldn’t have learned if the game had been rained out.
See you in class,