8th November 2022
It is alway a time of apprehension when I’m standing in front of a near perfect piece of furniture with a scraper in my hands.
Then it’s time for commitment, the scraper bites, a band of finish is turned into dust.
“No going back now” I said to myself.
Once that is done, the rest is just scrap, scrape, scrape.
I worked up to the area of the scratch, most of that disappeared with the ever increasing pile of dust on the floor. There was only the point of impact that was visible.
I finished stripping the complete top then went back with the sanding block, paying particular attention to the divot. I didn’t want to sand too much and leave a dip in the top, so I used the hot iron and wet cloth trick to try to lift the crushed fibres. This worked well, and with a good go over with some fine grit sand paper the blemish disappeared.
We took pictures of the latest dresser that was ours, and which was replaced with the pot bellied bakers table. Kelli posted it on Marketplace and within a few hours it was sold and paid for.
We later went to Menards with Greer and Dylan to help them choose carpets for their new place. Talk about indecision, we wandered around for ages while they were trying to make a choice. In the end I pointed to the mix and match stack of floor tiles that I thought might get them started, which they did. They picked out thirty-six tiles of different patterns that meant sorting through two tall piles without disrupting or blocking the isles.
It was down to Dylan to choose, as we lifted each tile he would approve or discard.
I was surprised with his choices, but it’s his room, and he has to live with it.
Another Lifetime to go 