Here is the result of our long weekend. Bill, who is a little hindered because of a hand injury (the stitches are healing just fine, thank you) was the instructor, task master, expounder on the project and a friend and I were the grunt labor. It turned out okay for amateurs. What should have been 3 coats of finish on the floor turned out to be much more. Now, we will try to put the house back together.
Yesterday was like an episode from the 3 Stooges. A first coat of finish was put on the dining room and we were cleaning up and leaving to go out to breakfast. We had several hours of waiting for the next coat and the fumes were making us all a little goofy. Disaster struck. Lizzie the cat escaped the basement and decided to explore. Bill let loose with language not suited for a Sunday morning. I turned and saw Lizzie making her way across the newly coated floor. Remember the old cartoons with Sylvester the Cat sneaking up on Tweety Bird? That's what Lizzie looked like - tiptoe-ing across the sticky stuff. I instinctively jumped up to go after her. I promptly slipped on the shiny mess and landed un-ladylike on my behind. There was a large smear (butt print) on the perfect finish and my jeans are just a memory. Many coats, and sandings later - you cannot see Lizzie's paw prints or my big smear. I told Bill we will laugh about it someday. He says "someday" will be a long time coming.
We have a few hours of work ahead of us today getting things back to some kind of normal. Then..... I hope to get back to some design work and stitching - something I seem to be more cut out for.
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