So, the first thing I did was get a bucket of soapy water, line up the chairs, and begin scrubbing.
I quickly got hot, sweaty, and a bit wobbly due to my not being accustomed to being outside of the air conditioning, getting older and out of shape, and Mike says I was going at it like I was killing snakes. So, when I came inside to rest and cool off after scrubbing all the chairs, he picked up his phone and called a neighbor. He lined up a young high school boy to come give me a hand. So, I scrubbed a couple more pieces and the young man showed up for duty.
I had estimated how many cans I thought would be needed and placed a large order to be sure I had enough paint on hand.
Cole tackled the job with gusto by stacking up four or five chairs and carrying them out into the yard under a shade tree where I indicated I'd planned to paint.
He painted all I had scrubbed and promised to come back another day to finish up and return everything to the porch. He even assured me that he could scrub the pieces that I had left. So, in a day or so, he returned and finished up the painting. Then, came a day or so later and put everything back into place.
It all looks so much better! I never dreamt it would turn out looking so nice. It almost looks brand new!
A couple of days later, I decided that I needed to use the four left-over cans of paint to spruce up my plant stands. So, I lined them all up and gave them a good scrub. I came inside to cool off and eat a bite while they dried. Then, I took them out under the shade tree and gave them a coat of paint.
I also unintentionally gave my feet a coat of paint and some of it bled onto my flip-flops and, sadly, they did not look nearly as good as all the furniture did with a coat of paint!
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