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How to Spray-Paint a Leather Chair

Mr. B. wanted this chair from my Gramma sooooo bad. It's a plush, large leather chair she had as a pair in her entrance sitting area. She gave it to him like it was nothing. Hmph, what can I get so easily? Just kidding. She'd give you anything you asked for.

I had no idea where this man wanted to put such a huge chair. With the Batcave project in planning stages, a spot was found for it. But how does a brown chair fit into a Batman/ batcave theme?

Ah, old faithful spray-paint.






Again, this chair was BROWN! 
You must work with the paint as it is wet so the wet colors merge. Work in separate areas at one time if you're not quick enough. For instance, if you're too intimidated and find yourself working slow, work with the back first, then another section, and so forth. 

I began by spraying the chair with the dominant color black. While the black paint was still wet and at a distance, I sparingly sprayed the secondary color of the blue. The keyword on the secondary color is sparingly. Still, while the paint was wet, I went back over the chair with the black color, especially to tone down any blue areas that might've been over-sprayed.

After I was satisfied with the color creation, I sprayed the entire chair with Scotchguard.



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  1. Very impressive! I would never have known that chair hadn't always been black. Nice job.

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    1. Thanks, CGPlenty! I'll pretty much spray-paint anything!

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