The paint I got from the "expert" paint store finally dried some 20+ hours beyond what the writing on the can estimated at a far lower temperature. Nervous even as I slept, I suspected the shade I chose was off. A second coat confirmed my fear. Waiting for it to dry so I could correct it felt like waiting for dead grass to grow. I considered filling the structure with fireworks and gasoline and sending it down the Willamette.
Again, my schedule is now blown but a different shade and a different brand of paint are working out. Of course the second choice turned out to be much cheaper than the first. Someday I am sure a project will arrise in which I use all the valuable lessons I've learned. Likely that will be when I hire out the work!
Given the tediousness of sanding and applying of multiple coats, it would be against my best interest to mow the lawn or otherwise stir up dirt or dust. My limited skills need all the help they can get. Drips, missed patches or strands of brush embedded in my handi-work I can justify, bits of lawn clipping not so much. It is then in the families best interest to attend various holiday weekend bbq's away from project ground zero or simply beat the heat by watching the Tour in the basement to keep me otherwise occupied.
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2 comments:
Your story reminds me of the time your Dad was building a "barn" for the plastic collection of horses Katie had. The barn was finally finished...after the experience of a paint story much like yours. The barn was packed in a box that measured just right to go through the luggage compartment at the airport...but, we didn't think of how it would fit in the car!....but, we did get it in! The barn brought much JOY to a little 6 year old and exists still today, holding an aray of handsome horses.
Keep up the good work! You'll soon have treasures and lots of great memories!
Hi Son, Been there,done that but the right paint worked well and made the project well worth while.
Dad
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