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Labor of Love - what not to do (Part 2 of 3)

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Can't you see those wonderful bones? This mirror is what MAKES this desk. Or at least, it is what used to make it, before we fixed her up. This mirror was the reason we decided to risk our lives taking this little vanity down a precarious and junk filled staircase (think of those comic strips, where you see the father tripping down the stairs on a roller skate.) That could have been our fate, but it was worth it. The detail on this mirror makes you take a second glance.

I once again appologize for missing parts in my photo journaling. The above was taken after I had obviously taken the mirror frame off the vanity and the mirror out of the frame. Remember how the previous painters slapped paint everywhere? Well, that became a challenge for me with this mirror. I, foolishly, thought I could cut corners and work on everything in one evening.


You know how I had trouble with the paint stripper? That was still fresh in my mind as I started this project. When I disassembled the mirror, there was a "frame" of yellow paint on the mirror.

I must confess this, so you do not try it. However, I fully admit that this was not a logical choice and an epic fail.

I began to sand off the paint. Smart right? No, stupid. The only reason I thought it was working was because I did not have great light. It LOOKED like it was working. And in a way, it was. The paint was comign right off...and being replaced by scratches. This is my hand to the forehead moment. Idiot! You can sorta see them in the pic below.



So yeah. What a great move, me.




The only good to come out of that stupid move? Finding a way to fix it! I am currently in process with that, so lets hope it works! More next week on that.



However, in the meantime, I worked on painting the frame. I had to keep working, so I did not use my time lamenting my lovely mirror. (New ones do not do justice to those old beauties with age on them.)




Here is a picture of it back in the frame. The scratches dont really show under the frame unless you look closely in person, but I am still going to work on getting them out!






Check back next week to see if I will be able to fix it and how the finished vanity will look!


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Heidi said…
is that on wheels?
September 12, 2011 at 11:39 AM
the third said…
Yes it is, though I will be taking them off. It has four casters but only three wheels. Since they were old wooden wheels, apparently one broke in half and went missing...
September 14, 2011 at 5:43 AM
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