La canicule has shifted and I am back on the chain gang; fixing little bits and bobs and trying to keep my mum and my nephew content in their holidaymaking. They arrived from Finland a week ago and I am already running out of exiting things to do. Thankfully, Les Fanfares Sans Frontieres-festival is almost here and it happens to be the best of Mazamets summer events, in my opinion anyway. Having had a jolly good time swimming, barbecuing and burning every inch of my body in the sun, I am not quite finished taking photographs of my latest painting project so I thought I’d share another nifty chair restoration I finished yesterday. This time around I revamped a relatively modern seat, not older than perhaps 15-20 years, and made out of aluminium.
How I came by this piece mirrors a familiar tale: Not a full day had passed since I wrote about finding a small Art-Deco-esque chair near our bins at Champs de la Ville when another appeared, deserted by the very same communal recycling point near our house. It was a petite metal framed patio chair, in pretty good nick but repainted rather clumsily with a heavy-duty matte emulsion. I needed a break from answering awkward questions from a nine year old so restoring a chair seemed like the perfect excuse for a bit of alone time as acetone based paint stripper and children don’t mix all that well.
Based on the thickness of the paint on this chair I expected to find several different colours, but there were only two distinct layers: heavy-handed white emulsion and the original teal & white powder coat enamel. The latter turned out tricky to remove, but I enjoyed every minute of my time spent lurking under the guises of toxic fumes. Three coats of paint stripper, some serious sanding and a quick steel wool polish later, I had managed to clean the chair down to bare aluminium.
The polished metal had next to no imperfections so I was happy to leave it as it was. The seat, however, needed more work. There was a bit of old rust and dinky scraps of enamel so I prepped these parts to be painted by giving them a quick once-over with medium grit sandpaper. My chosen colour, blush pink, was largely dictated by what I had in the house, but it worked well with the dark brushed aluminium. I’d bought the paint for our bathroom door two years ago and, based on the thick dried up layer of paint, it needed using up.
Although I am happy with the results, arguably this one was not entirely worth the effort.
You might be surprised by my sudden sensibility, but not all projects, no matter how satisfying they might be to execute, are cost effective. Money spent on the paint-stripper, paint (although scraps) and other sundry potions and bits like sandpaper, not to mention my precious time, totals more than the chair is worth. But I do appreciate a good up-cycling project. Not to mention locking myself away from child-minding duties.
This seat will serve us well on our balcony, for years to come, but unlike the one I just upholstered, it perhaps falls under the vanity project-category.
Voilà. Another wee task tasked.
Now, if you excuse me, I am off to read a story. About an Alsatian dog called Roi, who catches crooks and stuff. And I am pretty excited about that.