Have you ever thought to yourself "hmm . . .I could do that." after watching a great home improvement show. Well I'm what you might call an HGTV junkie. over the last few months my dinning room table has been calling to me . . ."Come on Amy you can do it. Refinish me. Paint me." Sure I think. No sweat. I can do this. I've watched it a million times and My Mom used to refinish everything when I was a kid (see how clever I am to blame My Mom for my bad decisions even now!) I bet I've watched her do it a hundred times. It can't be that hard.
Off I go to the hardware store. I know just what to get, how cool am I? Pick-up some sandpaper, a carefully chosen shade of glossy antique white, oil based enamel, some dark brown (oil based) glaze with which I will work my antiquing magic, new paint brushed--special for oil based paint--borrow my Mom's electric hand sander and I'm off to the races.
Well after approximately 12 hours of sanding with above mentioned hand sander, I can no longer feel my hands. I have applied 1 coat of creamy white lacquer to the table . . it may never be fully dry, I really have no idea any longer what the hell I'm going to do with the stupid glaze and I'm seriously thinking of suing both my Mom and HGTV for inflating my confidence to the point where I undertook such a project.
Meanwhile my dining room resembles a mortuary for dead furniture, chair seats and stripped chairs with no seats seem to be strewn everywhere. The good news is Riley has taken to using the decapitated chair seats as hopscotch squares, so you know all is not lost.
Do I really have to finish the table? I mean maybe we'll just make it a new family thing to eat in front of the TV . . . oh wait maybe that's how I got into this mess in the first place.
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