The Writing is on the Wall

I have been pondering what to put on my laundry room wall for...well, I suppose for about two and a half years.  Admittedly, I wasn't putting my FULL attention to this subject up until recently.  The topic has, however, had my full attention for some time.

We got a lovely platter as a house warming gift when we moved here.  It has mostly been in storage as it doesn't really go with most of my other serving pieces and, yes, I get a little nutty about that kind of thing.  I did think it was pretty, though, and it recently occurred to me after reading other blogs and seeing the general popularity of chalkboards that I could make the platter into a chalk board.  So, without further ado, I give you: the chalkboard project!

Here is the platter in question:


Isn't she purty?  Sadly, I realized only AFTER I dug out the platter that it had all of those frilly, scalloped edges to tape up.  In my mind's eye, the platter had been SQUARE on the inside and this project went much more smoothly.  Nevertheless, I forged ahead and attempted to tape up the scalloped edges.  I could not find my masking tape, so I used Scotch tape.  What?  Everybody's doing it!


I then turned to my Valspar fast dry chalkboard spray paint.  I put on about four coats over the course of a 24 hour period.  You don't really need to take that long, it dries in about an hour, I was just sidetracked by life.  Of course, I was spraying outdoors in a well-ventilated area and almost as soon as I started spraying, a moth flew into the paint and got stuck, leading me to cry out, "REALLY?"  I plucked him out and moved on.  The paint covered up his tracks pretty well.


I proceeded with great caution when it came time to peel the tape.  Unfortunately, my caution didn't really help.  Here is what it looked like:


Curse you, curvy edges!  I know it can't have been the tape I used that caused this problem!  Never fear, though, I have a solution at hand.  I will just make my ragged edges disappear beneath a beautiful, decorative trim edge:


I then applied my Disc Hanger http://www.dischangers.com/.  These things are super groovy and pretty affordable.  You do need to let them dry for 24 hours.


And, finally, I used my chalk marker (how sweet are these things?), hung the finished product on the laundry room wall and stood back to revel in my accomplishment!


Do you like her?  I thought the color of the plate went particularly well with paint in this room.  Plus, it was a very cheap project.  I had the chalkboard paint from another project, the platter was free, I had the chalk marker already as well.  Really I just paid for my Disc Hanger and then the cord trim to cover up my ugly tape work.  Less than a five dollar project!  I may hire a friend with better writing to re-do the sign, but all in all, I am pleased.

Hope you enjoyed it and would love to see any projects you have to share as well!

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  1. UnknownAugust 19, 2010 at 5:31 AM

    Awesome!! Very cute. Looking forward to seeing you this weekend. Guess we need to figure out wheat we're doing :)

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