wax on, wax off

Got done with the billable stuff and headed back to help Kevin out with the dreaded library / den project from hell.

Now that I’m done vacillating between stain colors, we can make progress again.

While the South Park Christmas CD was blaring in the other room, we took to the task. Kevin would roll the stain on and I’d follow closely behind and smooth out the bubbles and hit the cracks. (why is this sounding sexual?)

The fumes from the polyurethane, combined with the fading light of sunset and Mr. Garrison singing “Marry Fucking Christmas” – … it was just one of those post-modern Norman Rockwell moments.

A light sanding and another coat,… or three – and we’ll have another room!

Of course, I don’t have any furniture for said room, – but it’s space nonetheless.

Of course, I’m not blogging about this.

1,2,1,2 – this is just… a… test

Opted to work at home again… I think whatever has a hold of Chad is trying to get me… Fortunately – I can usually shake colds, but I do wind sleeping a lot instead of having symptoms.

Kevin stayed home as well and continued efforts of what is now becoming the project from hell: THAT DAMN MIDDLE BEDROOM / TO-BE LIBRARY DEN.

I still can’t understand why the previous owners of the home painted over the wood – aside form some sort of future-tense personal-grudge to piss me off. (highly unlikely – but it’s better than believing some folks are that tasteless).

Kevin’s domain of influence is outside… He gets to pretty much do anything he wants with the landscaping, etc. (of course, everything get presented for a family-vote, but if it’s your area – it’s yours to do pretty much what you want to with)…

Chad floats between interior and exterior and usually plays moderator for aesthetic disagreements.

Because I’m the art-fag, I’m given the inside of the house.

Sure I worked for 5 years with an architectural photographer traveling around the country and looking at some really great homes… The experience really molded what I like and don’t like… But I have to give some serious props to our interior designer kin out there – their job is truly nerve racking.

My nervous induced vacillation on some things is driving Kevin bonkers.

I “thought” I found the perfect color for the library, (red mahogany), but once Kev got two panels done I hated it… It was turning out wayyyy toooooo purple.

With the patience of a saint, (knowing we’re going to have to re-strip and sand the panels with the wrong color) – he let me experiment with another stain..

Note: Those little wood chips with the different color stains on them at the hardware store are COMPLETELY inaccurate.

Old Maple Polyurethane seems to be doing the trick… More red/orange which is the dominant colors in the wood in the rest of the house.

If I was blogging, I’d appologize for the tedious home improvement rambling.

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