Saturday, November 23, 2013
I was a stripper today. Patrick salvaged two old doors that a neighbor was throwing out and I went over to help strip off the paint.
They probably date to the 1910s or early 1920s. The first one had eight layers of paint.
We had 1.5+ inches of rain in the last 24 hours.
Patrick bought the neighboring house and after giving up on the contractors, has been finishing the work. He spent time today replacing the lintel above one of the bathroom doors.
Fixing the sander.
The stripping liquid smelled orange-ish and after a while the paint started cracking.
It removed the top layers of latex paint and below that was harder paint. It was loose enough to chip off, all except the bottom layer. This door was made from rather cheap wood, so it wasn't necessary to completely strip, since Patrick will be painting them again.
It was a fun way to spent a few hours, stripping paint is rather like archaeology, uncovering layers of history.
Starting the second door.
Tonight Mummy is watching Lawrence Welk, Buddy is snoring on the carpet next to me, and I am having yet another dull night.