I'm sure that thought has run through the minds of my next door neighbors. At least once. It seems every time I'm out there spray painting, either Ronald or Loretta will be outside and see me. Dang it, busted again! I'm sure they shake their heads and get that look, you know the one, half pity, half disgust. There she is again with that spay paint. She needs to get herself into a program. Go to some meetings. Get herself together, for the family's sake. It's a disease, I tell you and if you have the disease, one can is never enough.
Here's the ugly proof~
I have deep cabinet in the garage, three shelves high, stacked and spilling over with paint and painting paraphernalia.
Can you see how deep it is? Five or six cans deep. It's a cluttered, unorganized mess and I'm not proud.
I just can't help myself.
I've been on a binge this week. Today's victim, door knobs.
All the door hardware in our house is was brass. About a year ago I painted most of the interior knobs using Rustoleum Hammered paint in black. It's held up beautifully.
I finally got around to painting the exterior doors in the kitchen. This time I'm using oil rubbed bronze.
I really like the look and now need to repaint the others to match. See, I can always find something to paint. It's an illness.
I have a question about hinges. I painted the knobs, but the hinges remain brass. That really bugs me, but I worried about paint sticking, since hinges have oil in them. I know sometimes people paint right over their hinges when they paint doors, how does it hold up?
