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:
I started by scraping off areas where the paint was already peeling, and then used a power sander to get everything smoothed out.
Poor thing. It's been well-loved, but needs some TLC.
"What have I gotten myself into??"
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!
Thanks, Michelle. I hope all this hard work pays off!
Posted by: Stacy | Thursday, May 31, 2012 at 08:25
That is so effing cool that you're doing this.
Posted by: bibliomichelle | Sunday, May 27, 2012 at 12:54
Greta, yes indeed! Rustoleum has already been procured for this.
Posted by: Stacy | Tuesday, May 22, 2012 at 20:05
Mark, funny, we always called it "swinging," not "gliding." I don't know why!
Posted by: Stacy | Tuesday, May 22, 2012 at 20:04
I see rustolium in your future.....
Posted by: Greta | Tuesday, May 22, 2012 at 13:57
Yeah! My grandparents had one on their front porch. We grandkiddies used to love swinging (or is that sliding) on it. What kid whouldn't?
Posted by: Mark Eichelberger | Tuesday, May 22, 2012 at 12:16