Friday with Sunshine
All is quiet as the winds have gone somewhere else.
This morning it would not have been out of the picture to see my phone as it could have been whirling in the toilet. Being the adult as in being an advocate for all things medical for Dennis H. Curry . . . sucks.
It was eleven this morning before I could start my day. No, I had nothing urgent going on but that is besides my point.
The time in the studio had to switch to the FM option of my little battery powered radio. KNUJ had a football game on. It was some kind of play-off.
The old trunk I am working on is really satisfying. As I am not using any power tools, there is no mess that I can’t vacuum up. Good grief. The studio vacuum is the old Filter Queen. It still works great. Every component of it is extremely heavy. Even lifting the length of hose to table top use makes me thankful to the small shop vacuum that we keep on the main floor. I don’t think that vacuum even has a name.
Initially I thought I could use Mod-Podge to seal the areas where the fabric was stuck on and then decide what to do next. It has become easier to take off the oil-cloth of the cover of the trunk when I realized the remainder of the trunk was paper that was glued on. In reading a YouTube, I found out that those old trunks used glue somehow from horse cadavers. I didn’t go beyond that tidbit.
This project is peanuts compared to what mom, Lena, had tackled over the years, even thinking of my grandmother Laura. I was still in school when the family went to Laura’s for a visit. Laura was refinishing a dining room table in the summer kitchen, using the edge of a butcher knife. No solutions or chemicals. Grandpa Christ’s job was to keep the butcher knife sharp. In thinking, I know shellac was used frequently. Over time the shellac would blister.
We are having a dish that I pulled from the freezer for supper. It is a pasta, tuna and pea dish using Alfredo sauce.
With that I will take my leave. ♥