Bottom Half Blues
This morning, Darwin left bright and early to go fishing and I've been slaving away on the kitchen by myself. I think my least favorite part of home renovating is SANDING. I really, really hate it. I hate even touching sandpaper, and when you're sanding wood filler, that chalky dust gets everywhere.
Gives me flashbacks of standing at the blackboard in elementary school feeling like everyone in the class was staring at my butt.
After the sanding fiasco, I was planning to prime all the remaining cabinet frames and the backs of the bottom-half doors. It was going to be the LAST time to prime in the kitchen. The LAST!
Alas, I had forgotten to fill the holes left by the hardware in the cabinet doors. *Sigh* So I went to sanding again and wood puttying again. Another day of priming is in my future.
But I did get this much done:
I won't tell you about all the dried roach carcasses I found in the cabinet or about the horrible, plastic-bag-crumpling crunch they made when I pulled out these drawers.
I wasn't exactly surprised by this oh-so-appetizing find, since this is an old house and this is Alabama. But it didn't make it any less horrifying. I've been steering clear of the whole area since then.
I have a firm policy of no bug-touching.