Last year, we bought a used canoe that Chef found on Craig’s List. It was a nice little canoe. I think it was our anniversary gift to ourselves, but that was over a year ago so I don’t really remember.
This canoe needed a lot of work. The paint was chipping and peeling, so we needed to sand it and repaint it. And that’s what we’ve spent several weekends doing. Since sometime in its history, the canoe had been yellow, we decided to keep it yellow despite our discussions of painting it green (Chef’s idea) or red (my idea).
I’m glad Chef had an electric sander I could use. Sanding by hand would have been tiring, and I probably wouldn’t have done a good job.
Next came the primer.
Then the yellow paint.
Painting with spray paint took me back to my high school days, when my drama teacher set me and some friends to the task of using paint thinner to remove paint from a vinyl banner. He had us do this inside, with no venilation, even though it was a beautiful day outside. Since I weighed about 98 pounds at the time and was at this task for a couple of hours, I got rather intoxicated by the fumes. My mother was NOT happy with the teacher, especially since this was the same man who had allowed my older sister to get high on spray paint only about six or eight years earlier.
But Mom, you should look on the bright side. The crash from that high made me never want to do drugs.
The canoe is almost finished, and I’m hoping we can take it out on the river this weekend.