Painting the Town Green

bucket of green paint

In the continuing saga of home ownership, it becomes obvious from time to time that certain menial tasks are necessary for maintenance and often such tasks are not worth the time and expense of hiring a professional. Such was the case with my patio furniture and me recently.

Over the past several years, I’ve watched the furniture slowly depreciate, putting the inevitable in the back of my mind. Finally, I could no longer deny the obvious – the wrought iron furniture was desperately in need of a coat of paint, AND it was a do-it-yourself type project.

“Maybe we could just throw it away and get new?” suggested my partner when I brought up the subject.

“Why? It’s perfectly good!” I replied.

That wrought iron stuff is indestructible. It lasts forever. It has survived three children and years of major abuse. It has moved with me from one end of the country to another several times. It is like part of the family. How can I even speak of throwing it away? Besides, it is so old that it is back in style again. I’ve been seeing practically the very same thing down at the fancy garden and patio shop. Painted green and antiqued with black like the high-priced stuff, it will look great!

I don’t know why I’ve procrastinated so long. One short morning of manual labor and it will be over. I already have a large selection of slightly used brushes; some of them even have bristles. Down at Discount Depot, I select the paint carefully: Gloss or semi-gloss? Latex versus oil based? One quart will do the job – I know from years of experience.

I’m in danger of being thrown out of the store for fondling the paint cans by the time the perfect shade is finally selected, hunter green in latex semi-gloss. Clean up for latex paint is with soap and water, no mess versus the turpentine or paint thinner required with an oil base paint. You can see that I am very knowledgeable in these things, practically having a degree in the study of paint charts since the time I repainted the interior of the house.

This furniture has been painted so many times in the past that I scarcely remember the original color. It has gone back and fourth, black to white to black. Green is a totally new experience – a venture into sheer decorating madness. The first coat goes on as smooth as water and covers about that well. “A second coat won’t take long,” I think, barely able to wait the 30 minutes for the first one to dry.

Three coats, four coats, and I wonder, “How many coats do I need anyhow?” I don’t know if it is the choice of latex for painting metal or just cheap paint, but hours later I am still painting. Afraid of vapor lock if I stop for even a few minutes, I send my honey back to the store to buy more paint for me.

How is it that some people paint and never spill a drop? I try to avoid stepping the green drips, but it is impossible. Paint is on my hands, my clothes, and my hair. The plastic drip cloth sticks to the bottom of my feet. I’ve given up even trying to stay clean and am beginning to look like I stirred the paint with my elbow. If the Jolly Green Giant comes by, I could easily be selected as a suitable mate. On second thought, he could never see me with all this camouflage.

After the fifth coat, the paint is starting to dry up in the bucket. I’m afraid to close my eyes as I remember what happens when you paint around windows and forget to break the seal. I finally decide the furniture looks good enough. The bumps and drips are hardly noticeable from a distance. Move over Picasso and make room for another masterpiece. With all those coats of paint, I’m no longer sure if there is furniture inside at all, or whether it has disintegrated into rust and we are using a hundred layers of twisted and hardened paint.

I found out that latex does not wash off with soap and water if it dries long enough on the skin. Soaking in the bathtub and scrubbing myself with a Teflon pot scrubber and a can of powdered cleanser, I know I will never, ever have a second career as a professional painter. Those dudes earn every penny they make.

The thing that really worries me, however, is that today I noticed some rusty spots were starting to develop on the garage door.

©2000 Sheila Moss

About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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4 Responses to Painting the Town Green

  1. Lois says:

    Oh Sheila, I don’t know if I should laugh or cry with your latest experience. LOL! Maybe you should sand blast the old paint off and start over? No, I am sure that it looks great. How about a picture? And maybe you should stay away from the garage door.

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    • Sheila Moss says:

      It looked pretty good when I was done except for a place or two that had rusted out. I’ve heard you can take things to an auto shop and they make it look like new, but it isn’t worth spending the money. 😦


  2. energywriter says:

    Ah, you are braver than I. I go nuts just painting my porch and deck. sd

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