A few months ago, my mom was cleaning out her basement so they could refinish it. In one small room, I had a few things left over that may have taken over the whole room. All items in the said room were packed away nicely, but they had to go….back to my house.
A lot of the items were things from high school that I kept for sentimental reasons, some things were old boy band cds (which Im jamming out to on my Pandora), and the rest was my I Love Lucy collection.
One thing you may not have known about me….I went through an I Love Lucy/Lucille Ball phase. I knew EVERYSINGLETHING about her and about the show. People would test me to see if I was the real deal. The last year of my collecting (senior year of high school), my gma brought my friend and I to Lucille Ball’s hometown of Jamestown, NY for one of her birthday celebrations. I was a total fan of her and her life. I even met her kids, Lucie and Desi Arnaz, Jr. in Jamestown. That was pretty cool (although not as cool as Brian from BSB shopping in the Target I worked in during high school. I ran into him while he and his wife were looking at sheets)
So awkward in high school…..how did I have a boyfriend?
My active collecting years were the end of 8th grade up until 12th grade. And if you are worried I spent all my time on Lucy (I DID have an AOL fan club/Nick at Nite Fan club with active members and a newsletter!!), my walls were also plastered with JC from NSYNC. I wasnt THAT much of a dork!
Anyways…..fast foward to 11 years post collecting and I have all of these boxes full of Lucy stuff. What was I to do with this? My gma came to the rescue. She had a cabinet that she wanted to get rid of and it had no value/sentimental value, so I could do whatever I wanted.
It was def NOT my style.
This lovely Chinese cabinet just wasnt kicking it in our guest room. The general theme in the guest room has shifted a bit to a more coral/brown/white/navy color scheme and I wanted one piece in coral. Just one.
I scraped the ladies off pretty easily and prepped it for a little strip with my spray stripper. This process SUCKED! Stripping is my go to (bow chicka bow wow) when redoing furniture, but this was not helping. I could scrap a little here and there, but the paint was not coming off. I tried to sand it off but had very little succes. WTH?!
I turned to my second trusty friend when all else fails: primer. It worked so well on other projects, I threw in the towel and started taping everything off. I knew at this point, this project was not going to end well. But maybe?
Ill be honest, I hated every minute of this. Now we were just trying to get the stupid thing done. JUST GET IT DONE! At the end of priming, I was smelling fumes like no one’s business. I even woke up at 2:30am just to step outside and breath normal air…but no one else smelled what I did.
On went the paint color (Guava Jam by Behr).
Matt walked into the guest room and said it looked like something from 1950s Miami. He hated it. He said it looked hand painted and blah. To be fair, it is not a finished product. I just gave up after two coats because I needed to get that room cleaned up more. And a lightbulb is out. Grr
I decided to leave the doors off the bottom forever and the top for now. I havent decided if the top door will go back on (they are still in their original form). After it was dry enough (see the care I have for this one), I loaded it up with SOME of my Lucy stuff. I have a lot of wall hanging pictures that just wouldnt fit.
What do you think? Im still on the fence about the whole thing. Maybe because the first reaction compared it to something my Golden Girls would have had in their house? But I LIKE the GGs