And in a cruel twist of irony...
...I have just broken the Ikea table I spent so much time priming and painting.
I've had that table for what, nine years? About that. Had it in every room in the house, just about. Carried it up and down the stairs without mishap. (It's very light, just looks like glued wood chips inside.)
I almost had it back up in my old den, but I hit one of the legs against the wall going into the room. Totally demolished the leg; it's not repairable.
Both the table (in pieces) and the mirror now are in the garage, awaiting appropriate disposal.
Never again.
Never again will I waste my money and my time trying to extend the life of my furniture.
And I seriously am rethinking doing any painting in the bedroom while I'm off. No doubt I'd screw something up there too. :-/
I've had that table for what, nine years? About that. Had it in every room in the house, just about. Carried it up and down the stairs without mishap. (It's very light, just looks like glued wood chips inside.)
I almost had it back up in my old den, but I hit one of the legs against the wall going into the room. Totally demolished the leg; it's not repairable.
Both the table (in pieces) and the mirror now are in the garage, awaiting appropriate disposal.
Never again.
Never again will I waste my money and my time trying to extend the life of my furniture.
And I seriously am rethinking doing any painting in the bedroom while I'm off. No doubt I'd screw something up there too. :-/
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