All the projects I want to do lately require sanding the wood first. I've never sanded a thing in my life. But, my father was an expert hobby woodworker and carpenter and I just know I inherited some of that talent.
So I pulled a drawer off the old dresser and took it out to the garge. Found some sandpaper in Hubby's toolbox and happily started sanding away!
About 40 minutes later (along with a couple of blisters and a broken nail -- not to mention all the sawdust in my eyes and on my clothes and shoes) and my dresser drawer really doesn't look all that sanded. It actually looks exactly the same. Except now it has a bunch of scratches all over it. Wow. I worked very hard at that. I'm obviously a failure at sanding things. I did not inherit the cool woodworking gene from my dad after all.
This is how I felt:
I was so bummed out. I had such huge plans pictured in my mind of all the beautiful things I could create out of all the old stuff. But as a sanding failure, I wouldn't be able to do anything now...
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But then ... a surprise ... ...
Whoa!!! Just look at what my sweet Hubby bought me!!
An electric hand sander ... sanding ... thingie! It arrives tomorrow! Oh my gosh, I can't WAIT to sand something!
(!!! happy dance !!!)
My hopes and dreams have been restored! I'm going to be a sanding fool! You are all going to read about the most awesome and incredible "before and after" projects on my blog one day.
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