A Painted Transformation

I am a super impatient person.

I believe there are good things and bad things about that.

The good thing about it is that I have learned a lot, like last week when I wanted to make a frame for a picture I had made, but needed to use the saw and my husband wasn’t home from work yet.  I had seen my husband use it over and over again, and I was sure I could do it.  Sure enough, I did it and I was so proud of myself!  (We hope to sell these soon!  Stay tuned.)

The Rustic Pig Blog

But being impatient has also gotten me into trouble more times than I can count.

I’m pretty sure God is trying to teach me a very important lesson, and He decided to use a buffet to do it…

When we lived in San Antonio and I was actively blogging, our Saturdays were spent driving around town looking for garage sales.

I came across a buffet some people were selling, but they wanted $600 for it, and that was just not in my budget.  I gave the people my business card and told them to call me if they couldn’t sell it… I’d buy it from them for $100.

Two weeks later, they called me to see if I was still interested in it and even offered to deliver it to me!


I couldn’t believe it!  Of course I took him up on his offer!

Once I brought it into my house (big mistake), I was convinced it was mine.  I decided right then and there that it wouldn’t get painted and I wouldn’t be selling it.

If you have followed me for any length of time, you know that I love buffets.  If you scroll through my blog, you will see several buffets that I’ve painted over the years.  For some reason, the details of this one won me over and I wanted to keep it!

Here it is a few days after I bought it…

Virginia House Buffet

And here it is all decked out for Fall… (Oh Fall.. I’m so ready for you!!)

The Rustic Pig: A Painted Transformation


And, here is in our new house..

The Rustic Pig: A Painted Transformation

I don’t know if the fact that my floors are almost the same color as the buffet, or if the color just looks ugly in the light that streams through our front door, but I just started to hate the color.

No matter how I tried to decorate around it, I hated it, and that my friends is what got my mind on the idea that I needed to paint it.

So here’s how it all started…

I was headed to my room to exercise when I walked past this buffet.  I hate exercising, and I’m a procrastinator.  Add these two together, and it’s a recipe for disaster.  In that moment, I decided I needed to paint that buffet right.  this.  minute.    I’d exercise later I told myself.


My husband was out of town and wasn’t going to be home for a week.  I knew I wasn’t going to be able to move it, and since I wanted it painted that very minute, I decided to just paint it right there in the entry way.

Yep.  I didn’t unload the TONS of books that reside inside, or anything for that matter.  I told myself I would paint slow and I would be extra careful to not get any paint on my hardwood floors.


It actually started off pretty well.

The Rustic Pig: A Painted Transformation

This was after the first coat.

And then, I painted a second coat and all was still well with the world.

Then, I decided to sand it….

The Rustic Pig: A Painted Transformation

Dumb.  Just dumb my friends.

It made the BIGGEST mess!  Chalk paint dust EVERYWHERE!

I walked through it.

The dogs walked through it.

There were white footprints everywhere!

So I vacuumed it up and thought I was brilliant because it appeared to have all come up beautifully.


Then, I mopped…

Not.  Smart.

The dust I couldn’t see that still remained on the floor, when mixed with water, put a dull, white haze over my hardwood floors.  I was terrified!

So, I mopped again.

And again.

And again.

People.. I mopped for almost an hour!

Eventually I got it all up and my floors look fine now, but I was sweating bullets!

Exercise for the day.  Check!  Complete!

So, in the end it turned out fine, but oh my goodness that was scary!

The Rustic Pig: A Painted Transformation

I do think the buffet looks so much better now, but now I need to paint the walls because boy, oh boy, does that buffet look white!!  I’ve also thought about painting some parts of it grey to give it more dimension.

That will probably happen next week.

In the entry way.

Love you guys!!


Antique Love

If you read my Pumpkin Patch post, then you read that on our way back home, we stopped by these little antique shops.  There were three of these buildings, with very different shops in each.

Very different shop owners in each as well.

The first shop we went into I bought several items.  I’ll show you two of these today.  The shop was owned by a sweet, older couple.  They had amazing things in their store for AMAZING prices!  We will definitely be going back!

The second shop we went into was like a time travel back into the 70’s.  I really wish I had taken a picture of the guy who owned this shop.  Now that I’m blogging, I need to get into the habit of taking my camera with me everywhere.  Just picture an older hippie.  You know.. long grey hair, small, circular wire-framed glasses, raspy voice… kind of “out there”.. if you know what I mean?  His stuff was WAY over priced.. especially after coming from the place next door!

Cole found a shelf with some old comic books.  I let him pick out two.  After all, I had drug my poor children here, the least I could do was get them a prize.  I think I would have died if my parents had ever taken me to an antique store when I was 11!

So, on with my purchases…

I picked up two little white birds to add to my Fall Mantle I worked on last week.

One white bird….

Two white birds…

Just perfect to complete my Fall mantle.


I also picked up this antique mirror.

Yes, my foot made an appearance.

Don’t look too close.  You might be frightened by the lack of nail polish and attention my feet are crying out for.

Gotta love photographing mirrors!

So, I really fretted over this mirror.  She’s one of those pieces that is gorgeous as is.  My fear with these pieces is that I’ll mess them up trying to change it.  Then I’ll be sad.  I will cry.  It will ruin my day.

I decided to paint her, but to leave her as a mirror even though I REALLY wanted to make her a chalkboard!  Just sayin’.

I painted it a pale yellow, distressed it, stained it a dark walnut, and waxed it.

When I was done…

Just as I feared…

I HATED it!!

I wanted to cry.

It ruined my day.

I was sad.

Poor Hubby called just as I was about to cry.  I was not in a good mood.

I sent him a picture of what I had done.  He didn’t see what was wrong with it.

Then I was frustrated that he could not see how horrible it was.  That he couldn’t offer an idea to fix it.  That’s when he said, “I told you, I liked it just the way it was.”

Wrong thing to say.

Then I was MAD!

I forgave him… but only after….

…I decided to try to fix it….

So, I sanded.  Painted.  Sanded.  Painted.  Sanded some more until my fingers were raw.

Then, it was perfect!

Then, I was happy!

My hubby was forgiven.  Mostly because I was right.. she looks better this way!  You can see all the details that you couldn’t see before.  Those details that blended right in with the dark stain.

Not anymore.

I think she turned out beautiful and I’m glad that I didn’t give up.

Wait until you see what other goodies I got at the antique store…



Happy Thursday!!