My best friend Denise. I love her to pieces. She is a professional, married to my doctor, that don't even think twice about getting down and dirty playing with junk. We go from sprayer, to sanding to moving stuff inside the shop, to loading costumers. That have been the thing for the last 2 days. Tomorrow we'll do it again. Thank you God for surrounding me with friends like her.
Ok, this table.....arggg. I do not like chemicals, I rather sand or just plain prime and paint over stuff but in this case somebody varnish that sucker with I don't know how many layers of shiny gunk. Foolish me, thought, no big deal, stripper sandpaper, no sweat. Hah!...Took me 3 days to completely sand that top. The wood is beautiful though. I'm planning on using mix matching chairs all around it, no two alike.
This little one, same story. I don't want to guess how my lungs look like.
Why the truck?, No time to clean my ride. Somebody needs to come and detail my truck for cheap. I feel like a bag-lady living off her car.
This piece is almost finish. Denise worked all day distresing it and it turned out beautiful. Tomorrow she is cleaning the glass and finishing the inside.
Have to feed the crew. She is going to kill me.
Have you seen a happier face?. We all crazy, loving what we do,even though is such hard work.
And last, ok....don't laugh. My friends all make fun off me because they said I'll paint everything and anything if they let me. Maybe they right and here is the proof. YES! YES! YES! I PAINTED MY CHAIRS! If Ms Fifi O'Neill and all her fabulousity does it, why not me? Don't ask me, it is not the first time I have done it. I think it is already an improvement. I know you are going to want to know more about this, some other time I'll tell you.