I’m so forgetful and I loose my lists. I find bits of scrap paper everywhere with lists I no longer need, and never the one I do need. I wanted a big place to record jobs, (water the Buckeye tree — it’s dying!) and lists (don’t forget laundry detergent) at the lake.
A chalkboard, big and grand, with lots of space to spill out my ideas, would be perfect place to collect my thoughts where I could plainly see them. I asked all the neighbors, and anyone who walked by, for their opinion on where I should paint my chalkboard. Because what would be worse than putting it in the wrong space, and then having to paint over it all again?
When I gathered enough input on location and proportion and finally decided, I taped off the spot and “lived with it for a few days.” The chalky black paint can was opened and slapped on the wall… no drips. Once done, I was a bit horrified. The spot was too black, too dark, and definitely cut up the wall. In less than an hour, I erased my mistake and had already primed the wall. The next day, Dover White was back on the spot. In essence, I did the very thing I planned NOT to do.
A few days later, I found the remains of an old wooden mirror frame. The mirror was long gone and broken, and it was taking up space.
So, we washed it.
I opened the can of paint one more time and slapped it on.
It was almost finding a new piece of furniture… and the wood gives the black a nice break. Not too overpowering… perfect.
Although, the kids are having more fun with the blackboard than I am.