My bowling ball belly and I are enjoying decorating Sawyer's big girl room before her baby sister arrives. If I'm not painting, I'm scouring Craigslist or Goodwill trying to find the perfect "Look, husband! I only spend $10 on this hunk of junk" find. Hunk of Junk is kind of my middle name.
I've got a soft spot for gorgeous light fixtures. Who doesn't? (Ahem, Grahm.) Unfortunately, my budget for this room didn't really call for spending $500 on the one I wanted. (I believe Grahm's exact words were: "Uhh, she's only two. Uhh, it's just light.) Sigh.
Enter the ever faithful Craig and his list of delightful beauties for sale. I found this two-tier brass chandelier for $15 and knew it was destined for greatness. So I grabbed my mama and my toddler and went to fetch it.
This tutorial was my vision. I already had some Annie Sloan Chalk Paint in Paris Gray at my house, so I slapped some of that on. I suppose I could have left it like this, but I wanted it to look more expensive. To me, it really looked like I had painted it. That wasn't really the look I was going for.
The next step was to dust the entire chandy in dark wax. I'll be honest. Dark wax is terrifying, and I usually try to avoid it. A little goes more than a long way... as in you just wanted to go to Dallas, but you ended up in China. So be sparing! You can always add more later. I used a paper towel and a small paintbrush for the hard-to-reach crevices.
Waxing was definitely the most time-consuming, tedious part of this entire operation. But I think it paid out! I strung some crystals I picked up at Michaels on fishing line for some added pizzazz. I'm thinking about adding more later because I love them so much.
If you're looking closely, you can tell this hasn't been the only thing I've painted recently. Really love the Benjamin Moore gray I picked out for her room. Nevermind that trim, we've got something up our sleeves to finish off her walls. ;)
This definitely is up there with one of my favorite upcycles of all time. I'm tempted to do another one in our bedroom if I can ever convince G-Money that yes we can indeed survive San Antonio without a ceiling fan. After all, you sure can't beat the price! Sawyer has already enjoyed flipping the light switch on and off several hundred times. "Light, mommy! Light!" Gosh, I love her.