Like way, way out.
And it was empowering.
And once I tell you what it was, you're going to laugh - laugh because most of you could have done it with one hand tied behind your back. But that's ok. I'm proud of me.
I repainted a wall sconce.
If you don't know what that is, it's ok. I wouldn't have known what it was had it not been handed down to me. When the sconce came into my possession in 2011, it looked like this:
And pre-painting, it looked like this:
I used steel wool to sand it down, and I spray-painted it over the course of two days.
At first, I was disappointed. It turned out a lot darker than I'd expected, and I wasn't sure I liked it. But it's grown on me, and now I kind of love it.
It's darker than it looks in that picture, but you get the idea. I've already considered repainting it a white weathered look, but then I remembered what it did to my hands and realized that I prefer when my hands don't look like raw meat.
No big deal.