The Construction Chronicles, Part 20
There's something about the shellac I like better than the poly. It's the golden glow. I also like that once finished, you can keep it shiney or you can take fine steel wool to it to get a soft, satin finish. This was my first attempt at shellac, and I'm pretty excited about it. Now that shellac is no longer a mystery to me, the anxiety over the project is gone and I'm enjoying getting it done.
Now, the wounded, war-torn attic door is done. The filler is still visible if you look closely, but the glossiness of the shellac hides the holes from immediate view. To think the door and trim were once white! It should be against the law to paint over beautiful wood trim.
Yesterday, while the door was drying, I set up shop in the driveway. I stripped seven pieces of trim and sanded and stained eight. Babbette supervised from the back steps, and the neighbor dogs affirmed my efforts from their side of the fence.
I've done so much of the house work inside that I rarely see my neighbors. Yesterday I had conversations with three of them - a record! It's been hotter than blazes the last few days, but it's still better outside than in.
