I am an idiot.
Case in point:
I've had these chairs for years now; they belonged to our old dining set. I've painted the rest and they live in various places around the house, like our foyer.
Previously, these chairs looked like this:
then they were pale blue with a greek key fabric, but apparently I didn't take a picture of them.
then I changed the seat cushion to the Robert Allan Kiki Pinata fabric I used in the bookshelves on the other side of the room.
Unfortunately, the blue wasn't quite the color I wanted. I really wanted red, but someone was tired of painting, wanted to return the paint sprayer to the store, and sweet-talked me into leaving them the blue color because they looked so lovely. I grumpily acquiesced.
They did look lovely. Just not the lovely that I wanted.
So a few weeks later I grabbed some Killz primer, spraypainted it on, and then started painting them red. The primer bubbled and was very rough, and even though I sanded it down it could still be seen through the red.
I came up with the bright idea of stripping all eleventy-billion layers of paint off the chairs.
I will pause, while you all laugh at me.
I didn't want to use harsh caustic chemicals, so I did some research on the interwebs and found Citrustrip, which is a goopy neon orange paint stripper that doesn't smell. I will admit that it goes on nice and thick, not runny, and there is very little harsh chemical fumes. I put some on the chairs and then left it to do its magic. After about an hour, I came back out and started stripping.
Eh. It was coming off, but kind of slowly. I added another layer of Citrustrip, and left it out for a few hours.
Btw, I did this out on our back patio, which is a fenced in area on top of the garage, which get blazing hot sunlight all day long, with no shade.
That's right, I baked the Citrustrip right onto my chairs. Completely dried, clumpy, dusty layer of chemical peeler, completely adhered to my chairs.
See all that orangy crap? That's the dried out citrustrip.
I put them in the garage for a while. I was sick of working on them.
I decided last week that since I wasn't going to get my eleventy-billion things on my list done before the babysitter goes back to school, I would make the chairs my one project to complete. How to fix these things? I have zero desire to try and strip them again. I'll try sanding them.
I start sanding the chair. The baked on Citrustrip sands off into a dusty, flaky chemical mess. I'm sure this is great for my lungs. Worse, however, I realize, is that the little tiny edge detailing and the curviness of the chair means that the hand sander is way too large for the job. I can buy a dremel or a pointy sander or do it by hand.
And so, I am giving up on these chairs. They are going out to the curb. I is done. I am beyond sick of painting these chairs, since they take for-EVAH to do the shield. Done! Begone! Out damned spot!
Let the fun shopping of new chairs begin!