How this all started… when I was 28, I inherited my maternal grandparents antique dining room set. My mother’s parents had 10 children, and I am one of 23 grandchildren. I’d like to say I inherited this heirloom because I was their favourite granddaughter (It’s possible but not probable) but, the truth is, my mother got it first. When she moved and was unable to bring it with her, I had dibs.
In the 90’s when I received it, I was “thrifty” and when it came to furniture the only criteria was, it had to be free. By my thirties and fourties, I had collected some pieces of furniture that I really loved. I realized then, that while I was very appreciative of having the dinning set, I was not in love with it, yet. That’s when I decided I would paint it.
I took a workshop. I did my homework, bought books, watched videos and finally, I felt confident enough to start. At first I was horrible. I would start a piece, hate it and start over again. I used some great products and some not so great products. I picked some amazing pieces and others that were cringe worthy. The more I painted, the better I became and the more furniture I bought. Finally, I ran out of room. and in October 2004, Perfect Imperfections was born.
In my portfolio you’ll find some of my earlier work as well as my latest projects. Although my style has evolved and I know with more certainty what I like and dislike, I am still exploring and challenging myself with new ideas, products and styles. I never compromise on the quality of my work. I am a perfectionist and obsess about every detail of every piece. If you’d like to learn how to do this yourself, I hope that my blog and portfolio will inspire and help you with your own projects. If you’d prefer to leave the hard work to me, please visit my shop. What I’d really like though, is if you’d leave me a comment. You drive my work so let me know what you think, what you’d like to see or what you’d like to learn.
Now, I’m sure you’re all expecting the before and after photo of my grandparents’ set. While I was sentimentally attached to it, in the end I had to let her go. Even with paint I knew that I would never fully love her. Last year at our annual reunion, I offered it to family and my equally talented cousin was happy to take it off my hands. He restored it and he and his family are now enjoying. I’m sure my grandparents are happy to see it loved again. I am eternally grateful for the journey it has taken me on!