Heather's been eye humping that space for just such a project since we moved in a bit more than a year ago.
Spiffy.
Previously, for half of the summer and a bit of the fall, we took on the project of refinishing our front door. The history: our house was built in 1900 and the door had all 106 years of lead-, oil-, and latex-based paint on it. The fun part: Heather won a trip to the phlebotomist after inhaling lead dust, and I passed out at least one time after inhaling the sweet toxic scents of ethylmethylyourgonnadieifyouuseitproxy paint strippers. Here's how it turned out:
