Home Improvement Project - Part 3 - The Thread Got Longer. And Longer. And Longer...

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I figured that if I sanded any more of the set with 60 grit sandpaper, I wouldn't have a table left, any more! It was finally time to start filling in some of the holes.

It's pretty cool that you can find advice and product recommendations for just about anything, especially as someone new to outdoor furniture restoration. After searching for what would work best with old wood, I found Bondo's Rotted Wood Restorer and Bondo's Wood Patch, and went to work.

I've never done anything like this before, honestly. I mean, never done something this complex. Back when I had a home of my own, I received an Adirondak chair and an Adirondak rocker as a gift from my ex's aunt, and eventually they needed sanding and staining, just as all wood furniture eventually does. But I've never actually taken everything apart and gone into it with this kind of depth. And I'll be honest: I don't think I needed to fill everything I filled! (D'oh!) I regret not having read a little bit more about what needs patching and what doesn't. C'est la vie!

In any case, so far, I like the Bondo products. For the Rotted Wood Repair, you need to put 4-6 coats of it on the spot you want to repair, and wait two hours before you start using the wood patch. The wood repair stuff comes with a brush already attached to the lid, so you don't have to worry about sacrificing a brush to the Goop Gods, which I think is a pretty nifty feature.

The only complaint I had was that the particular can I got seemed to be hermetically sealed! I mean, that sucker wasn't going to twist off without a fight! It took a good fifteen or twenty minutes with a set of Channellock pliers and a small blood sacrifice to get the lid to move. But at last, it came loose and I could get on with my repairs.

Even though the above picture doesn't show it, the wood filler is a two-part mix. A little tube of activator comes hidden in the lid of the can and their instructions are very precise and clear.

But, dang it! Why the heck is all the print on everything so small these days?! Seriously!

Teensy print aside, I will say that the working time with the wood patch is exactly as promised: short! If you need to do this kind of work with this product, be sure you have your mise en place, as the chefs say.

In other words, have everything you need ready to go and within easy reach. This isn't the product which will wait while you run to the tool box and get a putty knife!

Holes and old damages were filled. I went to town on this thing!

Was it pretty? Well, no. It was my first time doing this with this product, so there was a little bit of a learning curve. But it worked, and that's what counts.

I had some lunch, took a well-deserved nap, and came back out to sand the patches.

And next, I took the 120 grit sandpaper to the top of the table. Just because you can never have enough fun with power tools!

Dad was nice enough to drill things for the bolts and to nail that pesky cross-piece back in place. We had a couple of blots which had bent, so he ran to the hardware store to replace them and get that one extra bolt we needed. After that, I matched up all the legs and supports.

I have to giggle, because he took on the drilling, himself. Because he's the man of the house and that's how it's done around here! Lol!

I'm taking a break from the project for a day or two, just because I am one big bag of aches and pains! But the next step is getting all the legs on, and then start with the deck sealer. 

We are SO close!

Home Improvement Project - The Old Picnic Table - Part 2, Don't Pull That Thread!

If you read the previous post, you'll know that my usual, suicidally optimistic self reared its ditzy head and had me sallying forth with the cry which will, doubtless, be on my tombstone, assuming there's enough left of me to bury:

"WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!"

O.K. That may just be a touch dramatic, but still, taking on the major project of restoring a sixty-ish-year-old picnic set was, perhaps, a bit much. But it is a good distraction from the current dumpster fire which is 2020.

Dad helped me move everything back to the covered patio, and after a trip to the hardware store to get sandpaper, I started sanding. It was nice to be in the shade while I was working.

Safety first! I brought out my respirator for this, since I knew there would be a plethora of particulates floating around, including bits of old (probably lead-based) paint. Pretty sexy, huh?

I started out with 60 grit sandpaper, so I'd have a fighting chance at stripping the paint off before 2021. 

 

As I went along, I ran across some old wood patch, which I'll deal with later.

 

 

After the sanding is finished, there's going to be a small fortune in wood putty/repair used! If you look at the picture above, you can see the leg is completely disconnected from the table top. That's not the only place in need of restoration and a little love!

 

So this is where it starts to get just a little comical. Read: compulsive.

Anyone who has used power sanders knows you can only get them into nooks and crannies just so far. When there are angles which need sanding, it's impossible to get the sander in far enough. When you have very stubborn paint, the idea of sanding those areas by hand makes you cringe.

I said I wasn't going to take the table apart. I wasn't. Going. To. Too much work!

The patches of paint in the unreachable spots were laughing at me.

Thus the title: Don't pull that thread!

Ever have a loose thread on a sweater or shirt? You think, "Oh, I can just pull it out. It'll be fine."

And then it starts unraveling the seam. The thread just gets longer and longer as your top falls apart.

Well, that's kind of how this project started to go, as I looked at those madly giggling paint spots.

I sighed as I tried to ignore them.

I went back into the house for some ice water.

I looked out the kitchen window at all the sawdust and the beautiful, clean, bare wood I had worked so hard to expose. And those little areas with the paint still intact.

Another heavy sigh.

I walked back out and stared at the table some more.

"Oh, well," I mumbled, "In for a penny, in for a pound."

And I got the tools out to start taking the legs off.

And I started on the benches after I finished up with the table.

 

Yes, I know they were in areas where nobody could see them. But the goal is still to waterproof everything as best I can and to stave off more rot.

I noticed one of the cross pieces on a bench was a little loose and gently tested its solidity in the bench. 

It came off in my hand, with the nails still intact. (Hark! I hear the sound of thread unraveling!)

I know how my memory can be, so I took these pictures for reference when it's time to put everything back together.

And then there's the one leg which had no screw, but was nailed in.

That was such a pain in the butt to get out! Lots of gentle rocking and the judicious application of a screwdriver to try and pry them loose. Patience and finesse, that's what it called for. After about a half hour of turning the air blue with creative invective, the two nails were finally free and tossed away.

Piece by laborious piece, the table and benches came apart, were strip-sanded, and set aside for examination later. I wanted to be sure as much of the paint was sanded off as possible.

The white paint under the green was so difficult to remove;  it really was sunk in to the little cracks and crevices of the wood. Now that I'm actually done with it, there are still small place here and there to which the white paint still clings.

And bits of the green, too, of course.

Oh, my gosh, that green! I can't tell you how many days I spent sanding it off of all the pieces and there were still traces of it in the divots and grain! Enough to make you crazy, but it really, really had to go.

 

[Sounds of unraveling]

Through it all, my faithful helper, Grace, supervised and threw her ball in the middle of everything. Like, all the time!

And can I tell you about the cleanup of sawdust afterwards? I swept it up while wearing my mask and then had to take my vacuum cleaner outside to get the finer bits which resisted all reasonable attempts at collection. And it flew absolutely everywhere!

By everywhere, I mean all over the patio, around the corner and to the back gate. But what can you do when you're pursuing a really great restoration?

Home Improvement Project - The Old Picnic Table - Part 1

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Times are weird. The world seems to be spinning out of control in new, horrifying ways, almost daily. Most people had challenges before the current state of chaos, and the addition of Covid-19, protests, mail sabotage and a myriad of other factors can only add to the stress and anxiety which was already present.

Depression and anxiety are important, in the sense that they let you know you need to live more mindfully, to be more in the moment. But living there can be really unhealthy. I'm not saying it's easy to break out of it; it's not. Sometimes you need therapy and/or medication to crawl out of the pit, or at least manage it. It takes courage to go to a therapist, but it's worth it.

What I can suggest is that if you're in a place where you can get cognizant of how you're feeling, you can sometimes beat it.

My solution? Distraction. Find a project that takes time and focus, and start it.

I've been using an ancient picnic table and benches set for a work bench/catch-all. I asked my dad how old it was, and after a moment of pondering, he opined it was likely there when he, my mom, and my brother moved into the house. So the set could be sixty or so years old.

The paint is peeling in places. The table and benches are wobbly, their legs loose or in a state where only gravity is holding them in place. It's showing signs of rot and is generally in a pretty sad state.

And it's poison green. Yuck.

I decided that since I need a break from the frustration of being unable to fire my work and the sad state of the world at large, it was a good time to start a refinishing/restoration project.

This is my kind of project. It's old, ugly, unsteady. I like to make things like that new and beautiful again, if it's at all possible. It's hard, physical, sweaty work, but it takes focus and serves to keep both mind and hands occupied. Then there's the satisfaction and, dare I say, smugness at the end of it? Smugness is the perfect payoff for the achy back and pruned fingers one gets while working in heavy-duty rubber gloves in summer.

Did I mention that currently, the ambient air temperature in Los Angeles is somewhere around the same as the surface of the sun? 

But these urges to set order to chaos come when they will, without attention to the petty concerns of temperature or a tiny bit of heat stroke, right? Pshaw! I say!

I started to research paint strippers. I decided to roll with Citristrip, since it's easier on the environment than the hard-core chemicals out there. You can also rinse it with water, which makes it a no-brainer when you get to thinking about clean-up. 

I had a couple of tarps laying around work that I could have, and took them home and set them up in the little alley way between the houses. Unfortunately, there's no shade there when the sun hits a certain point, but what can you do? Get up early. Early-ish, anyway.

I've never actually used paint stripper before, let alone on thirty or forty year old paint, so I want to preface this by saying there are things I would most definitely do differently, now that I have the learning curve (nearly) behind me. Even so, I'm liking the direction this is going, for the most part.

First, I feel it's quite important to approach these tough jobs with humor, which is the reason I decided that the noise needed to apply the thick, gooey paint-stripping gel is this one:

SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!  

I know. It's dumb. But it kept me amused as I was sweating my body weight out in eighty-five degree weather at nine o'clock in the morning! I'm not kidding about that! My safety goggles were about a quarter full of sweat by the time the job was half over. Gross!

I started with the benches, since I was finishing up with underglazing some of the pumpkin guys and still needed the table. After I was done schlopping the gel, I wrapped the tarp around them and left them until the next morning.

If I had it to do over again, I'd apply the gel thicker and let it soak longer, because the next morning when I unwrapped them and started scraping, it was a struggle. The old outdoor paint was just too stubborn to come off at once. Where it did come off, I discovered the original color of the bench had been white. I wasn't able to get down to the wood but in a few places.

I did the only thing I could do, and re-schlopped them. I had also done a little research and took a friend's advice, and wrapped them both up in kitchen plastic wrap. I also schlopped and wrapped the picnic table.

Unfortunately, I didn't wait long enough again, thinking that since it had already had one application, it would be fine to scrape the rest the next day. Nope. Still had trouble. Fortunately, I started with the benches again, and left the table for another day and a half.

This was getting frustrating. However, I rinsed and scrubbed the benches down so I could do another application later.

But even after three days, the top was problematic. I meant to get to the legs later that day, but it was just too doggone hot. I scraped the legs the next morning, and it was so easy! The top layers of paint had bubbled up nicely and came right off.

But that damn white paint underneath the green. Not entirely cooperative! Grr! After some consideration, I decided to let it go and just sand it down. I was already tired from scraping and had more than a few aches and pains in my back. Sanding it was the easier choice.

Some of that green paint just refused to let go!

I'm pretty sure that's lead paint, too! Man, oh, man, what a project I took on!