|The crew, loitering.|
I have come to two main conclusions in that time. One- mailboxes are expensive. Too expensive to spring for when your existing mailbox is perfectly functional. And Two- even if we had a pretty mailbox on a tidy post, it wouldn't be helped by the rusty mossy messes next to it. Lipstick on a pig. Even so, I was pretty tired of dragging my finger through this nastiness every time I needed to put the flag up.
And all of a sudden, I couldn't live with it looking like that anymore. So I did what any sane person would do.
I got a hammer and pulled that sucker off the post. And gave it a bath in the kitchen sink.
|Doesn't everyone bathe their mailbox?|
Like I said, perfectly sane. But hey, at least it looked better!
Then I decided, hey, why not try to clean the neighbors' mailboxes up a little? So I went out to the road with a soapy rag and tried to wash some of the green gunk off our neighbors' mailboxes too (with mixed results, but at least I tried). And I didn't stop there. Just take a look at the craziness that ensues.
|As long as we're in the kitchen, right?|
But why would anyone wrap their mailbox flag with Press N Seal? If you guessed "to spray paint the mailbox oil-rubbed bronze," give yourself a point! I didn't even bother to sand it because I figured if the paint flaked off, it couldn't look worse than it already did out on the post, and there was no reason why I couldn't just sand it down and re-paint the dang thing.
|Ready to roll.|
I realize that I sound a little off my rocker (and I'm not going to argue the point), but here's where you see there's a method to my madness.
|Sooooo much better!|
Nice, right? It doesn't look brand new, and in fact the nice paint job really makes the flag look faded, but it looks so much better than the moss-covered version that we had before. And all for the very reasonable price of free-ninety-nine. So I waited as long as my patience would allow (about an hour) and then decided to just risk messing up the paint so I could get it back on the post before the sun went down. Lucky for me, a group of guys in my neighborhood were shooting the breeze in the middle of the road, so I had plenty of helpful supervision, if you definition of helpful supervision is rolling your eyes and chuckling at the girl taking pictures of her mailbox.
|Thar she blows!|
The last step was numbers. I ordered some vinyl from an etsy shop called It's a Sticky Situation. Two days later the vinyl arrived and we knew the guy from the local pizza place would never be confused about which house was ours again.
Because I didn't bother to sand or prime the box, the adhesive from the vinyl did a little damage to the paint, but it's not terribly noticeable. Not enough to bother repainting at least!
It's a small thing, but I feel so much better for having done it.
Sometimes a little bee in your bonnet isn't a bad thing, eh?