When I was a kid, my grandparents had a metal porch glider that I loved to sit and "swing" on. When I got old enough to think about things I would like to have for my own home, I always thought about a glider like that.
The day we came to look at the house where we live now, guess what was on the porch--yup, an old metal glider. Even better, the people who were moving out of the house didn't plan on taking it with them. It was destiny! I immediately wanted to live here based on the glider alone. (That's a little bit of an exaggeration, but not much.)
When the glider first came into my possession, it was mostly light yellow but also quite rusty. I sanded it a bit and painted it a rich wine color.
Well, that was quite a few years ago, and by now the glider needs another refresher. I started tackling this project over the weekend. Here's what I'm dealing with:
Phase one took several hours of sweat and elbow grease, by which point I was tired and rain clouds were starting to roll in.
Coming soon: primer!