You Know What's Really Scary?
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We've gotten the main wall of cabinets completely stripped and sanded. I've started priming the insides and exterior supports. I've gotten most of the cabinets near the sink stripped. (The area under the sink was too disgusting to attempt, yesterday. I'm going to need to work up the energy to face that hideous mess.) I started stripping the wood around the windows. We'll have to remove the actual windows to work on them. I'm more than a little afraid of cracking the vintage glass.
At my studio, the cabinet doors and drawers continue along. I'm a bit worried about the color, because it seems zippier than the paint swatch. Oh well, it's only paint. If we hate it, we can always paint over it. Perhaps in 2047.
We hung up the Hellmouth again this year. I wanted to paint something new, but bronchitis and the kitchen project got in the way. Robb bought paper lanterns, and I found led lights to go inside them. Don't they look splendid inside of the trellises that Robb built?
It was a great night for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters. The kids were unfailing polite, almost to the point of being a little overwhelmed by the whole thing. I love that we live in an urban neighborhood that's considered "safe" for trick-or-treating. The whole hysteria about (nonexistent) poisons/drugs/razorblades in Halloween treats makes me crazy. This has never happened. Likewise, the idea that candy collected at the local mall is somehow more safe than candy collected from your own neighbors. This makes no sense at all. None.
I'd better cut that thought short. I feel a rant coming on, and I need to save my energy for painting my disastrous kitchen.
Our Kitchen.
We've gotten the main wall of cabinets completely stripped and sanded. I've started priming the insides and exterior supports. I've gotten most of the cabinets near the sink stripped. (The area under the sink was too disgusting to attempt, yesterday. I'm going to need to work up the energy to face that hideous mess.) I started stripping the wood around the windows. We'll have to remove the actual windows to work on them. I'm more than a little afraid of cracking the vintage glass.
At my studio, the cabinet doors and drawers continue along. I'm a bit worried about the color, because it seems zippier than the paint swatch. Oh well, it's only paint. If we hate it, we can always paint over it. Perhaps in 2047.
We hung up the Hellmouth again this year. I wanted to paint something new, but bronchitis and the kitchen project got in the way. Robb bought paper lanterns, and I found led lights to go inside them. Don't they look splendid inside of the trellises that Robb built?
It was a great night for the neighborhood trick-or-treaters. The kids were unfailing polite, almost to the point of being a little overwhelmed by the whole thing. I love that we live in an urban neighborhood that's considered "safe" for trick-or-treating. The whole hysteria about (nonexistent) poisons/drugs/razorblades in Halloween treats makes me crazy. This has never happened. Likewise, the idea that candy collected at the local mall is somehow more safe than candy collected from your own neighbors. This makes no sense at all. None.
I'd better cut that thought short. I feel a rant coming on, and I need to save my energy for painting my disastrous kitchen.
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