Perfection Part II
Guess what? I actually finished something! I really, honest-to-God finished something.
I live in a 110+-year-old house, a remnant from the Victorian era, with a neat layout, high ceilings, no closets to speak of, and a massive front porch…a porch to die for.
But wait…that makes me realize that I’ve actually just finished TWO projects! Me, who can’t seem to do anything to completion. That beautiful, massive porch has over 50 feet of railing and 92 turned spindles (I repeat, 92 spindles) which I finally finished re-painting two weeks ago. It was like giving a facelift to an old lady.
But the completed project that I am really pumped about was on the inside of this old lady. It was installing some baseboard. Should be simple, right? I’ve done it before.
Well, not so. It was the baseboard going up the steps to the second floor…a staircase that turned at the midway point, has no landing, and involved cutting four pieces of baseboard with a different angle at each end…eight different angles that all should meet together neatly.
So, out comes the trusty miter saw, the wood, tape measure, pencil, etc., which I set up on the newly painted front porch. You know the old saying about measure twice, cut once? Well, I probably measured about 10 or 15 times for each cut.
And, after what seemed like hours over the course of two days, the pieces were cut. I taped them in place to get the effect of whether they might actually fit somewhat properly.
Next step was to bring out the big guns: my little 2-gallon air compressor and a nail gun. Oops, another delay while I re-read the directions since I hadn’t used it in about a year. But then I fired it up and Pow! Pow! Pow!…they’re installed.
A few more finishing touches, and, whoa-lah, it was done!
And the best part? It looks fine! Well, truth be told, it looks okay. Nothing in the house is plum or level or square, so it fits right in.
I don’t care that it is not absolutely perfect…because my Pièce de résistance was plenty of spackling, some light sanding, and just the right touch…kinda like a sculpture. 🙂
After all, I am an artist wannabe.