Trials and Tribulations

It'll rust your knife. Maybe wax it first.
Or how about some of those spray can skillet pan no stick cooking crap?
munk
 
Munk I definitely hear ya. When my sister moved into her new home, she decided to re-do, the perfectly fine wood floors, because a friend offered to help. Of course the friend knew nothing about finishing floors, and boy were they proud about how they didnt have to use any of the hi-grit paper.:eek: But that aside she waited till she was applying the eurythane to ask me for some advice about why her floors werent shiny, and there were rought spots. And since the didnt take off the footers, and did a real bad job with the edger, there is a 2-4" border of old finish as well. I suppose its passible, for a do-it yourself job, but everytime I go to her house, that old off color wobbly border just screems out to me.
 
On my wood handled khuks I use some stuff intended for wooden children`s toys. I think it is with bees wax. Works great and does not smell that bad. - Just a thougt.

Andreas
 
Fed, she wants new furniture, and who can blame her? But on Memorial Day she has me drive the whole family to a town 120 miles away. I figured she'd called ahead. You see, these little Western towns of 5 to 15000 people don't have sales like the big cities; there isn't enough traffic. We got there and the store was closed. The other one was open. I tested all the gliders and selected the one which fit the best. ( I have some skeletal problems and this is important) Yesterday I ask her when she is getting the new sofa and gliders. "Oh, I'm not getting those Gliders," she said, "I didn't like the style. I thought I'd look at some others and get those."

"Well," she said, "I figured all gliders in the same price range would fit about the same."

"Oh really? You mean like all sofas in the same price range fit the same?"

Why did I waste my time driving 250 miles and trying on anything? I told her to buy whatever she wanted, and when she was through I'd get my own glider.

You can imagine what this little bit of nuclear one-upsmanship produced: fear. Fear I'd do it. Fear in the middle of her chosen works, her tastefull living room, an island of deviance would squat; munk.



munk
 
You can imagine what this little bit of nuclear one-upsmanship produced: fear. Fear I'd do it. Fear in the middle of her chosen works, her tastefull living room, an island of deviance would squat; munk.
I suppose it is a good thing I am single, as my whole system of decor is one of deviance. From sharp and pointies, to oddly colored textiles, there aint no tasteful anywhere near me.:D
 
My decor is strictly international. I have a room for every country I've lived in. Now for the house to put it in.:D
 
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