Thursday was another crazy whirlwind day.
What did I do?
I'm so glad you asked.
I learned that I hate, hate, hate stripping paint. (I was going to type that all in capitol letters, but figured that would be over kill with all the hates I threw in there.)
I'm a good neighbor. Don't feel bad, there was no way you could know that unless you are one of said neighbors. When they have a need, I'm always there to lend a hand. Sometimes I hate that about me. I really hated that about me yesterday.
Seriously, this task kicked my arse.
We were set to do four chairs and a table. All wrought iron. Guess how many we actually accomplished. No really go ahead, guess.
By the half day mark I was trying to convince my great neighbor that half scraped, half bubbled paint could be a new look for lawn furniture. She wasn't buying. At least not a noon. By three she was singing a different tune. I think it went something like... "Kelly you were right." Normally I like being right. Yesterday I got no comfort from it. Maybe today, after I am refreshed sufficiently, I may will feel differently.
Today we are on the look out for a sandblaster rental. I promise to post some pics when we're done.
Let's just hope it doesn't take us forever to get it done.
What are you doing this weekend?