Don’t worry, she just used…a brown sharpie marker.
Bless the woman from Pier One who first instructed me in the ways of masking imperfections with this miraculous little guy.
Hubs and I were making our first real, married furniture purchases and the chairs I loved (and still do, many years later–how’s that for miraculous?) had some minor flaws.
They were the only two left in the store, so the saleslady just whipped out her brown sharpie, marked on the spots, rubbed a bit, and-presto-all better!
These chairs have withstood kittens, countless nights of hosting dinners, and toddlers being toddlers. Periodically, when I notice the stain wearing thin or the (what I think is water hyacinth) chipping off, I just grab the sharpie and go to town.
How to use it:
1.) Mark the sharpie on the spot that’s worn thin.
2.) Rub it a bit with your finger or a rag.
(Admittedly, I have been known to spit a little on my finger when rubbing the ink in to make it more natural-looking. Admittedly, I have been known to use spit to clean other things/small people).
3.) Step back and be amazed!
This trick works on wood or any other material that has a dark (espresso-ish) stain. I’ve done it on banana bark woven chairs, our dining table, picture frames, lamps, chair legs, my legs…j/k. If something has a more ebony finish, switch to Brown’s cousin, Black Sharpie.
Rather than replacing an item that’s showing signs of wear, I’d rather try to repair it or refinish it.
(Or, just leave it. Wear is a sign of use and love. Would you rather have furniture unused by family and friends?)
Granted, I sometimes have to be reigned in from tackling projects that aren’t really worth the time–the free but poorly constructed dresser is no longer free when you count the time and money spent on refinishing it and the new dresser you have to buy a year later when it falls apart. Wisdom from the Hubs.
But, where it’s worth it to do a quick fix, I’ll whip out Brown Sharpie any day.
BONUS: Put those kids to work! Just quickly rub the spot after they mark to blend it in. Pretty sure Bun thought “where is my real mother?” when I gave her a free pass with Brown Sharpie the other day.