Our play room seems to evolve often, sometimes weekly. It’s been in my office, my living room, Lexi’s old nursery. It’s been in Lexi’s old nursery, now called the playroom for quite some time. Scott threw together a few tables for them to play on but we never got around to painting them, With two kids armed with crayons, markers, stamps, juice and chocolate, it’s nearly worthless to put much effort into it. But, at 5 and 7 I think they are well passed the point where not everything will be written or spilled on.
But clearly in the past that was not the case. I found this old picture of the tables:
As you can see, it looked more like their latest art creation than their play table. So we pealed off stickers and Scott sanded the rest.
Then I gave it a good coat of Kilz.
I decided leaving a white top was brave even now so I decided to tie in the purple. I painted the top the same purple from the walls. And then I decided to put a scalloped edge around the top sides. I made a stencil out of construction paper. I simple drew a circle from the outline of a drinking cup, cut it out and then marked two dots on it where it would align on the top of the table so it would be the same each time. Actually, I ended up folding the circle at the dots so all I had to do was lay the stencil on the top of the table. Sometimes it takes me awhile.
I did that all the way down the table, ignoring the break in the wood.
And then I took a smaller brush and filled it in by hand with purple.
Then I couldn’t leave it like that, wanting to tie some white into the purple. So I got one of the girls’ paint brushes and did an outline of dots around the scallops.
Then I couldn’t leave it like that, wanting to tie some pink into the table. So I got some regular acrylic craft paint I had and using the same small brush, drew petals in pink and then did one more dot in the Kilz white in the middle to finish off the flower.
And then, I was happy.
The tables went into the playroom yesterday. Please excuse the very non-matching, huge STOP sign and traffic light. This is what happens when your dad is a police officer.
Perfect? No. But better? YES!