However, they are a little pricey, so I decided to look on eBay. I finally won an unfinished one a few days ago. It had a coat of primer and was ready to paint. All I had to do was pick a color. A thought hit me. Would black show up better against my white walls?
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| My Dala horse...primed and ready to paint |
That black one looked great, but the white and gray ones kept calling my name. Gray or white? White or gray? I agonized. Why was I being so indecisive? That's not like me at all.
OK then...gray. But finding the perfect gray spray paint turned out to be harder than I had anticipated, so I abandoned that idea in favor of white.
Since the afternoon was beautifully sunny, I decided it was time to paint my un-Dala horse. Rattle can in hand, I put on the first coat. Then a second. And a third. Covering the blue primer was proving to be a challenge too. So much for super-duper paint + primer.
Suddenly, the sun went behind an odd little cloud, and out came a few sprinkles of rain, which stopped as quickly as they had started. Whew! The sun peeked back out from behind the cloud, and I went inside to let the horse dry for a few minutes.
Just as I smiled about my good luck, I heard thunder and rushed out to bring in the horse and my supplies as larger raindrops began to fall. I could see a few spots that needed one last coat. No time for gloves, I hurriedly held the horse out the back door and gave it a couple of spritzes, necessitating a new manicure and making this the most slapdash paint project of my life.
But I had thought of a perfect place for a white horse, so all was right with the world.
OK then...gray. But finding the perfect gray spray paint turned out to be harder than I had anticipated, so I abandoned that idea in favor of white.
Since the afternoon was beautifully sunny, I decided it was time to paint my un-Dala horse. Rattle can in hand, I put on the first coat. Then a second. And a third. Covering the blue primer was proving to be a challenge too. So much for super-duper paint + primer.
Suddenly, the sun went behind an odd little cloud, and out came a few sprinkles of rain, which stopped as quickly as they had started. Whew! The sun peeked back out from behind the cloud, and I went inside to let the horse dry for a few minutes.
Just as I smiled about my good luck, I heard thunder and rushed out to bring in the horse and my supplies as larger raindrops began to fall. I could see a few spots that needed one last coat. No time for gloves, I hurriedly held the horse out the back door and gave it a couple of spritzes, necessitating a new manicure and making this the most slapdash paint project of my life.
But I had thought of a perfect place for a white horse, so all was right with the world.