When I talked about my lazy man's silver leafing technique (gotta love a good spray paint find!) I forgot to mention my new lamps.
They're not really new, but new-to-me has to count for somethin'.
Last summer when I was working on my niece's and nephew's rooms, I found a pair of sad, muddy lamps sitting between my sister's garage and the fence. I'm not sure where she had found them, but I'm sure she was thinking that eventually she'd get around to fixing them up and using them in her house.
Apparently, my incredibly kind hearted and chronically overcommitted sister was having a sort of daydream wherein she imagined that she had all this extra time to do random things like fix up lamps. So cute. Soooo not going to happen.
I quickly let my sister know that my rate for room makeovers had just increased from nothing, to two lamps. She was kind enough to donate them to the cause and I brought them home.
Aaaaand then they sat in my basement for months while I worked on other things. 'Cause I like to be the pot calling the kettle black, or something like that.
I finally got around to cleaning them up and replacing the lamp kit inside the base (sitting out in the elements for who knows how long had seriously compromised the integrity of the wiring -- which is fancy speak for "the lamp shocked the heck out of me when I tested it"). I painted them... wait for it, white.
And I hated them.
The lamps are an old fashioned ginger jar style and I think the white was too safe a color choice; I needed something bolder to bring out their inner fabulousness. So I went back to the color I used for my sister's distressed chalkboard frame, Krylon's Catalina Mist.
I picked up a couple $4.99 lamp finials from Kmart's lamp aisle, two bright white drum shades and called it good.
And I lurve them. Because I love aqua. And orange.
And orange. And aqua. Did I mention that I love them? Because I do.