STRIPPING IS VERY SATISFYING
Just when I thought that today couldn't be more mundane, I looked at the numerous wooden planters in my workshop, all covered in paint in colours according to the era in which they were tampered with. I took out the 'Cream and Green' planter and decided that some work had to be done.
Hooray for it having only one flimsy coat of paint. I have spent the most part of the afternoon stripping and needed only half of a small can of paint stripper. I also enjoyed a bottle of Mateus and I am heading down to the bottle-o for another. It is the closest I can get to Lindauer Fraise without the extortionate cost or the headache or the burps.
There is one planter that has at least six coats of lead-based paint on it. When I do eventually work on that one, some octogenarian miscreant will probably be sitting on his roof with a stubby in his hand and watching me with the heat gun, thinking "I'm the prick who painted that thing in the first place."
I feel pity for his missus who has to cook in the Cream and Green kitchen. Paint it yourself, sister! Better still, let me help you. He would be too inebriated to recognise it anyway.
Better start sanding and waxing. There is a luxuriant Maidenhair Fern in the workshop in need of a splendid resting place.
Just when I thought that today couldn't be more mundane, I looked at the numerous wooden planters in my workshop, all covered in paint in colours according to the era in which they were tampered with. I took out the 'Cream and Green' planter and decided that some work had to be done.
Hooray for it having only one flimsy coat of paint. I have spent the most part of the afternoon stripping and needed only half of a small can of paint stripper. I also enjoyed a bottle of Mateus and I am heading down to the bottle-o for another. It is the closest I can get to Lindauer Fraise without the extortionate cost or the headache or the burps.
There is one planter that has at least six coats of lead-based paint on it. When I do eventually work on that one, some octogenarian miscreant will probably be sitting on his roof with a stubby in his hand and watching me with the heat gun, thinking "I'm the prick who painted that thing in the first place."
I feel pity for his missus who has to cook in the Cream and Green kitchen. Paint it yourself, sister! Better still, let me help you. He would be too inebriated to recognise it anyway.
Better start sanding and waxing. There is a luxuriant Maidenhair Fern in the workshop in need of a splendid resting place.
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