On a recent trip to Goodwill, I found a wooden tray; stained brown. It was a sturdy little tray and I knew I could find a place for it, even though I wasn’t wild about the color.
I set it outside on the back porch, on a table that sits between a couple of chairs. It helped fill in the space underneath an old painted pot of flowers I had there, and made the area look a little more layered and interesting.
I resisted the urge to immediately get out my paintbrush and paint it, wanting to see if I would end up liking it fine just as it was. And so it sat there patiently for several weeks.
But something about it seemed a bit lackluster – as though I wasn’t helping it live up to its potential in life.
It needed something.
After thinking about it, I remembered I still had some blue paint leftover from the dumpster dresser.
I lightly brushed it on, without priming, trying to skim over the stained wood, without completely covering it up. I wanted it to look old and softly worn. When I finished, it looked pretty enough, but it just didn’t seem to have any texture. So since I was priming a shelf Glenn had just made for the boys’ room, I went ahead and dry brushed some of the primer over the blue paint. Just enough to make it look as though the white was coming from underneath the blue.
Now I love it.
Not only does it have a purpose in life – it’s holding beautiful flowers and some special rocks picked up on our family walks – but it looks sweet as well.
It was so fast and easy, I find myself looking around at some of the other functional things I’m using, to see how they might be beautified.
Sometimes it doesn’t take much at all; just a little imagination.