I'm sure many of you have started projects, that, once fully engaged, you thought to yourself: "If only I'd chosen that other piece of furniture I saw." And then later on: "Have I lost my ever-lovin' mind?"
I'm showing a nice pretty flower, a mere token of beauty before I show photos of "THE BEAST."
I worked six straight hours on this coffee table yesterday (which was why I was absent online yesterday.)
I have taken off the top layer of paint. I have taken off the first layer of veneer. Only to find that I have to take off the second layer (which is much more difficult than the first for some reason) to keep this project afloat.
Luckily one of the maintenance men came to fix a ceiling fan chain that broke off, and he was kind enough to find me a bigger putty knife. The one inch one was like going at a vulture with a flimsy fly swatter. (Do they still make fly swatters?)
My neighbor Charlie came over to see my progress this morning. And he asked me if maybe I just shouldn't find another piece of furniture to paint.
"No," I told him, "I don't want this thing ending up in a landfill."
He said: "Well, you're sure tenacious."
Don't underestimate my stubbornness. Oftentimes to my own detriment.
I can be like a dog with a bone...
Then I soaked in a nice cool bath.
Woke up this morning. Had my cereal and fruit. My one cup of coffee. And was ready to tackle the beast again.
Of course even when I get this part done, (if I get this part done) there is the leg to deal with, the drawer that is falling apart, and new knobs, as one of them fell apart. Should have been an indicator at the very beginning that I was in for a long battle.
Although I call it "the beast," I'm still somewhat fond of this little coffee table. I know it isn't its fault that it was probably in a flood and no one took the time to take care of the damage. It was probably once a sweet little coffee table.
But now, it's old and tired. Probably served a lot of folks in its time. Maybe fifty years or so worth.
If I ever get to that point, I'm hoping to give this thing new life. If being the operative word here.
On a more positive note, the lovely Kyla from House Of Hipsters is joining our fall tour next week. I had sent her an email invite early on. But somehow she just found it yesterday, and wanted to know if a slot was still open.
Just so happened one participant dropped out, so Kyla is taking her place. I've added her to the line up.
Now I'm going to sit a bit and try to get some of the splinters out of my hands before I pick up my hammer and putty knife.