Another fine mess you’ve gotten me into.
Here’s a simple equation I should memorize:
me+something messy+loud music=fun
Last night I went to a friends house and brought home 3 chunks of scrap wood that I planned to sand and gesso so I could paint on it. I had thought of dumpster diving and seeing what was in the bin at our new place but I just wasn’t in the mood for climbing in and out of a bin and I knew my husband wouldn’t humour me (I know, what’s his deal right?).
Bringing home the wood wasn’t good enough though, no no, I had to bring home a sander too. I call it a palm sander for lack of a better word in my head, but if it’s a palm sander I’m a water nymph. This thing rocks though!
I’m plowing through the first board and my husband comes out to give me a funny look which I wave off and go back to my intense work at hand. Who knew sanding something could be so much fun?! Even when the bag fell off and a puff of sawdust came blowing through the back end my excitement didn’t wain. Oh no, maybe having my heavy duty heater pointed on me helped.
You shouldn’t be shocked that I came away covered in dust, it proves the theory I have tried to explain to my kids, that sometimes you have to make a mess to have fun. Even better was the three boards that I primed with a couple quick coats of gesso, the same three that happen to be waiting for me downstairs. Maybe they’ll want to play tonight.