I got to experiment with milk paint for the first time this week. I made it from scratch (recipe here). My milk (with a dash of lemon juice) sat on the counter for a week. When I opened it up, it smelled so incredibly rancid that I wasn’t sure I could use it. But after pouring off the whey (the smell of which drove our dog nuts) the curds were bearable.
I used acrylic paint for the coloring and mixed it all up. I loved the way this paint went on. It was crumbly and thick. I like how it worked into the wood and dried quickly. Here we are, getting ready to apply the Rosemary-infused beeswax polish (in the bowl). What can I say? The polish did exactly what it was supposed to do: it smoothed the wood, gave it a nice polish, and even stained the wood just a little. The recipe was also in Julia Barnard’s book, New Decorator (2000, now out of print) but there is a similar recipe found here.
Let me just say that rubbing that on my little set of drawers was therapeutic. I had forgotten how much I liked wood. Have I mentioned that before the kids were born I was a regular viewer of New Yankee Workshop and I made a stand-alone shelf for our kitchen? That’s something for another post. Suffice it to say, I like wood and even working with this cheapy stuff made me remember it.
So here it is in the kitchen, on the bay window shelf that is a catch all for many things.
I haven’t decided what’s going in there, hence the blank labels.