Refinishing An Inherited Dry Sink: Part II
I'm not a natural finisher. Nope. Not really at all. I'm an idea factory. Starter-upper. Put all your effort into it. I don't necessarily quit when it gets hard, but I've had to develop my stick-to-it-ive-ness. In this decade of my life, I'm developing my strong finish. This inherited dry sink is one good example of a project completed.
By the way, the first part of this story is here, if you are just starting to read these blog posts. It was my barn project - what I worked on during winter days and spring weekends while Robert was out there fiddling...er, working...on one of his projects.
To be honest, I needed this. I haven't painted in forever. I hadn't done an artistic, hands-on creative project in a rrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaally long time. Motherhood, wifedom (I think I just made that up, but it rhymes with kingdom so I like it better somehow), building our house and starting a garden for the first time this year all played into me being otherwise occupied. But this dry sink was...mine. I worked on it when I could. Enough said.
I mixed paint colors from cans I'd saved from the house painting. Over the years when we go on a date to Lowe's (yes, that's a thing) I'd go to the paint section and could splurge on their $3.00 sample color, because... Well, because now when I had a project like this antique dry sink, I had the colors at my fingertips instead of needing to go find them. (See, Honey, I knew they'd find a purpose.)
When the time came, I was ready.
The wisteria vine design came from my landscape and garden planning over the last winter. Let me rephrase that. I've been dreaming about how to landscape our home since we moved onto the farm eight years ago. We finished the first floor of the house a few years ago. Landscaping has not made it to the top of the to-do list yet. But, I still hope. And look! My pouring over garden planning books and floral magazines did blossom into something good - my dry sink.
And I know the actual landscaping will come in its own perfect time.
In writing this, I realize this dry sink is an exercise in patience as much as it is a feat of finishing my race. Or at least of finishing my painting.
My hope for you is to be patient with your self. Extend more kindness to yourself than you have been. That was my first step, letting go of the need to accomplish everything, all at once, according to everyone else's timeline. Instead, I took some deep breaths and in the midst of the hustle and bustle I received a little gift, an antique dry sink. One which someone else might have overlooked or given away.
I'm grateful I didn't do either of those. Not only do I have a finished piece to decorate my home in my own unique style now, but I have the lessons learned to remember whenever I see it in the house.
Who knew gratitude would be a by-product of this effort as well? Very sweet indeed.
- Marissa Hale