A few weeks ago, a neighbor told me she saved a table from her moving sale for me. We all know that that is not always a good thing. It might not be vintage; it might be hideous; it might be *gasp* from the 70s.
In this instance, it was an enamel-top table that had seen better days. But I fell in love, and I can handle a project. My first thought: why did she spray-paint the enamel silver? Especially splotchy silver?
I'm a dealer. I'm a big girl. I've got this. All I have to do is strip it, right?
Ah. Of course: a giant rust stain!
That explains the splotchy silver spray paint. Hm. Now what? I don't know about you, but my best ideas always come when I ignore a problem and go about my life. My brain churns away in the background and eventually an idea will present itself. My boss at the accursed day job laughs that this is my go-to problem-solving M.O. Fortunately, she groks it so lets it run its course.
This weekend, it came to me: chalkboard paint! (Of course, I had to prime it first. I bow down to the Kilz gods.) You and I know damned well when we see something like this in an antique mall that it was a solution ... but buyers don't need to know that. Let them think I'm a genius.