I wanted to do it in oil base paint, since books and album covers stick to latex. Took awhile till the semigloss black was available at the Sherwin-Williams, but at last, a week or so before Christmas, I picked up a quart and set to work.
The oil-based primer didn't brush on smoothly. I ought to have deduced something from that. But no. I had the sillyassed idea that somehow the black top coat would even things out.
It didn't. More streaks and ridges.
Well, maybe it just needed a second coat of black.
Did I feel like a wastrel and an idiot? I did. The behavior of the primer should have told me what would happen with the paint. Should have returned the can unopened and gotten my money back. Though maybe I was optimistically thinking of the decent job I achieved with white oil-based paint on the bookshelves up in my study. That was SW paint, too, and it levelled out fine.
Decided to do what I should have done all along: Refinish the tall bookcase in black shellac. Ordered some black aniline dye powder from Shellac.net. But did nothing on the refinishing for over a month, being busy with the hallway floor.
But now the paint and acrylic topcoat are done in there, and I needed to allow it time to get good and hard before I take down the baby gates and allow traffic on it. Good time to deal with the tall bookcase.
Weapon of choice? The heat gun, of course, followed by a rubdown with the Western Wood Doctor refinisher. Started with a couple of the shelves that were loose. Then I managed to get another pair of shelves free and set to work on the carcase itself.
Why not? Well, because I wear glasses. And if I wear a dust mask, especially in the winter when the temperature in the house is lower, my glasses fog up and I can't see. Can't see, can't work. Makes perfect sense.
But the Sunday before Presidents' Day the fumes really started getting to me. I mean, my throat and sinuses hurt. Stopped for the night before I'd intended to.
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But everything was not fine. Too late! The day after that I had a bad sore throat. After a few days, that gave way to some sort of full-on respiratory ailment. Aren't I clever? I know the tagline of this blog is "I'll make a silk purse out of this house if it kills me," but that is not what I literally had in mind.
Finally took myself to the doctor's yesterday. Yeah, I've got the flu. They prescribed me an antibiotic, the five-day kind, which seems to be doing some good . . . But no work on the house till I get over this. I barely have enough energy to drag myself to work, and I do that only because I have no sick leave. I've set myself back and I'd earnestly kick myself for it-- if I were well enough to care.