“Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture, grandparents pots and pans / the used things, warm with generations of human touch, essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms, transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum.”
Susan Sontag (American Writer, Activist and Critic, 1933-2004)
TIME: 7:43 PM
PLACE: Back yard
SUBJECT: Iron table legs
More front porch furniture prep work today. I bought this glass-topped iron table from a neighborhood estate sale before DramaQueen was born. It’s been on my front porch for-ev-er and was looking pretty sad. So I wire brushed all the loose paint this morning. My plan was to spray paint it a navy blue, but after I was done brushing it, I changed my mind. I decided that I’m just going to apply a clear coat so all of its glorious, chippy patina shines through. It will provide a nice contrast to the freshly painted yellow chair, which is awaiting a final coat of paint and some new bolts before re-assembly. Next up – the metal glider.