We have a young friend named Bea.
Jack has known Bea since she was a tiny sprout, and now she’s all grown up. Bea just celebrated her 21st birthday. Bea’s sister just got married and moved out, so Bea is redoing her bedroom. We’re not really birthday gift exchangers, but I wanted to make her a little sign for her room.
Now, Miss Bea is pretty much a rock star. She has a great voice and is nasty on guitar. Her bedroom color scheme is black, red, and white. It makes me furrow my brow a little as I’m in my land of lattes, whites, and soft blues, but I’m going to Bea this sign out.
I had seen on Tattered and Inked that Kelsey had made some signs and layered paints to give them some depth. And I kind of wanted to use the same technique as I did with my alphabet magnets, but with a lot more colors, and brighter, and extra Bea-ish.
So, I’m going to mix up the tutorial-ness of it.. and write the steps first, and the pictures after. Just to be mildly obnoxious. OH. All of these pictures were taken at night, so let’s just pretend that everything is really much nicer and less scary than seen in the following pictures. Except my deck. It’s the Deck of Shame. And Disease, maybe.
Step 1) I headed over to Home Depot and bought scrap wood for 51 cents. It was pretty rough, so I sanded it down, then wiped it down with a damp paper towel.
Step 2) I sprayed with red spray paint and let dry (sort of).
Step 3) I haphazardly sprayed it with a little blue paint. Then I took a paint brush and dabbed some acrylic paint onto it – in yellow and deeper blue.
Step 4) Then came one light coat of black spray paint. Let dry. (For-EV-er.)
Step 5) Sandpaper it down to let all the rad under-colors come through.
Step 6) I freehanded some letters and numbers. Specifically her initials, her age, and a cool parenthetical bracket thing. And then an arrow. Don’t worry about mistakes… it’s supposed to look messy. :)
Step 7) Sand again! Give to recipient. Tell her there’s been a gang problem in your neighborhood and that you grabbed her a souvenir.
Bea told me that she loves it, and she wasn’t under any sort of duress when she said that.
Happy birthday, Bea!








































