|After having at it with the Bosch half-sheet orbital sander|
Hilarious irony: In the process the inevitable nubbins and high ribbons of paint got levelled down and eh voilà! again is revealed the yellow-buff color under the brown. Which I spent three days on my knees a week and a half ago concealing.
|Yellow streaks and flecks after sanding|
This time I wasn't so dedicated with the touch-up brush. My sanity can take only so much. Dotted over the really bad places and let the rest go. The floor almost never gets direct sunlight, and what wattage bulb do I have in my ceiling pendant? 60, maybe? All right, then.
Using the roller the other day pretty well cleaned me out of Polycrilic finish. Got one complete coat out of the can on Wednesday, brushing it on with the 2" sponge brush, but you could still see the bubbles and uneveness of the rolled coat.
|Just after midnight, Thursday the 31st|
Another coat was mandatory, but only a few drips remained in the can. Sailed into Home Depot just before closing Thursday night and picked me up a second can, nervously venting to the paint guy the whole time.. Nice having him tell me in the nicest possible way that the finish is likely to start peeling in a couple of years . . . But so does polyurethane. (Long live shellac!)
So! Late Friday night I get to it. I get to it, I brush on another coat, and guess what? Guess, guess! Tell me, what did I notice after I'd used up the first can and gotten a few rows into the second one?
Nothing I could do. I couldn't take the stuff back. My paint brush had been in the can. Sticking the semigloss on the shelf and buying another can of satin sheen wasn't an option--I can't be wasting money on supplies I don't use, just to cater to my perfectionist urges. The whole thing was going to be semigloss instead of satin and I was just going to have to like it.
|Coat No. 5 (dual sheens), early Saturday morning|
|Last coat of acrylic, this evening. The unevenness doesn't come up in the photo|
(Thinking again how much I like how shellac goes on . . . )
But I resolved before I started this phase of the floor project that I'd give the finish at least a week to cure before I took down the baby gates and allowed the dog (and me in street shoes) onto the surface. All right, then. The clock is officially ticking. I'll continue to tiptoe over it till then. I've got enough to do with the quarterround in the living room, anyway.
Though prior to removing the barriers I may apply a coat or two of clear floor wax to even things out. Historically, didn't they wax those Victorian tile floors to give them some shine? All right, then.