My usual pattern is that I come up with an idea, execute it and then see if anybody wants to buy it.
But every once in a while someone sees my work, likes it and “commissions” me to make something for them.
I dig the idea of having “clients” – it feels very grown up and professional – but it also totally stresses me out.
If someone comes to my Etsy store or my booth at the Rose Bowl Market and sees something they like that’s great – very straightforward. But being asked to design something for someone, to listen to what they say they want and then try to create that….that’s a whole different skill set.
So, when a very nice woman asked me to take some bedside tables she had and make them suitable for her little girl’s room I leapt and the chance (income!) and then worried for two weeks.
She wanted something feminine but not too “little girly” – they definitely needed to grow with her daughter and not have to be replaced anytime soon.
They looked like this:
They were nice, solid pine but seemed a little clunky to me – typical “unfinished furniture store” kind of things.
Whenever I work on something that’s leaning more toward the feminine side I always try to picture things that would make one of my sisters exclaim “that’s so cute!”
So, channeling my sisters, I decided the tables needed to be a lighter color and have some kind of decorative pattern. Unfortunately my decorative pattern painting skills are sorely lacking (except for stripes! I’m good at stripes!)
But stripes weren’t going to cut it this time around.
I found some pretty wrapping paper at The Container Store and some kind of lacy looking molding at Michaels that I thought might work and got going with the sanding and the painting and the decoupaging and came up with this:
Here’s hoping her little girl doesn’t go through a Goth stage anytime soon.
Thanks for stopping by,
* I just want to be very clear (especially since they read this blog and I don’t want family get togethers to turn ugly) that, since adulthood, I have always very much enjoyed shopping with my sisters. It was only as a child that fabric stores and “cute little shops” felt like some kind of punishment.