Sunday, February 27, 2011


I have the oddest experiences at Menards.

This morning I drove over the the local Menards to look at dollies.  I am in the process of trying to figure out how to get my vintage Tappan stove out of my living room and into my kitchen.   I was thinking two dollies might make the process easy...and give me a chance to clean underneath the stove.

I walked in the store and went straight to one of the sales people. I asked him to direct me to the dollies and he walked me to an aisle in the back of the store.  They had two sizes.  A small one for $12.99 (but they only had one left) and a larger version for $22.99.  I was standing there, minding my own business, considering which size would work best and wishing they had more of the small sized dollies.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a guy down the aisle watching me.  Sure enough, he slowly pushed his cart behind me only to stop, turn around and tell me he thought the small dolly was too small for me.  I looked at him curious how he was able to decide that considering that he didn't have a clue what I was working on.  I said something vague like "maybe" and turned back to continue my deliberation.

He then asked me if I knew what I was looking at. He said "cuz, those are for transmissions and stuff..."  I assured him I did know what I was looking at and I had "stuff" to use them with. I smiled.

This happens to me almost every time I go to Menards. I have had very odd encounters in the glue, nail, concrete and roofing areas. I once had a guy poke me in the shoulder and ask me if I worked in roofing.  I told him, no, but I was working on my own roof.  He disappeared and next thing I knew, both he and his friend were peeking around the corner at the end of aisle at me while I looked at roofing patch. I felt like some sort of celebrity.

It makes me laugh. There are a lot of women that work on their houses. I can't be that unusual.

Honestly, I am going to start approaching random, unsuspecting men in the grocery store and tell them they need unsalted butter and ask them if they know how to make a pie crust from scratch.....

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Stalactite Minnesota Style

By the end of last week my roof was completely free of snow. Then, on Monday we got pummeled.  Here is what awaited me this morning. Before I knocked it down, I took a photo for your entertainment.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

A Little Glam

I've been working on my hallway doors on and off for the past couple of weeks.  The doors are a fairly soft pine. Never been painted.  They have an almost black stain.  The doors suffered from benign neglect and the finish had all but disappeared.  The wood itself just looked dry. And of course, there were the paint drips....all those tiny paint drips.

I scraped the paint drips off one by one with a straight edged razor.  I removed the strips of paint near the hinges with steel wool doused in Goof Off.

Once that was done, I took a tiny art brush and filled in gouges & scratches with MinWax stain in Jacobean. Finally, I rubbed in a coat of MinWax Tung Oil Finish.  I was surprised at how good they looked immediately upon the first coat of finish.  I've been slowly building thin layers of the finish in order to get a soft gloss.

I'm not looking for a perfect refinish.  I actually like the look of minor alligatoring. The new finish still shows the imperfections; the imperfections just look prettier. These doors are almost 90 years old, I figure they should show a little history.

Eventually, the wood trim surrounding the doors will be stripped and repainted with a semi-gloss oil. It's a flat acrylic taupe right now. Yuck.

Below you can first see: 1) a shot of the dry wood, 2) the three doors (the one in the center has not been started, the other two are done), 3) two doors (the one on the right is undone, the left done), and 4) finally a shot of a done door.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Saturday, February 05, 2011

A Short Rant

I'm currently working on my hallways doors. More on this in a future post, but a short vent from me today.

To the day I die, I will not understand people that will go to the trouble of painting.....and not remove the doors or at least throw some plastic over them...before slopping on their paint.

Seriously, what's so hard about protecting the woodwork? It would have taken two minutes. Now it's taking me days......

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