You shall be the sander...

So two weekends ago we finally found a patio set on Craigslist worth looking at, and spending just a little money on.  It was really a steal, but it came with "sanding and refinishing project" included.  Of course...  As if we could ever not have a project.  Really, without a house to work on, we sort of miss the major projects that use to occupy our weekends.  We're not complaining though, the mountains suit us just fine on a Sunday morning...

And so we handed over a few twenty dollar bills and loaded it up.  And it probably took us a half hour longer than it should have since the family selling it was just so nice and friendly, and TALKATIVE.  I believe I had a five minute conversation with their 7 year old about how to maximize the potential of her lemonade stand (or, Lemonde, as she spelled it quite proudly!).  Going for those French "le monde" buyers perhaps?  I told her since they were going to the park that she should take a bowl and fill it up with water for all the dogs walking by.  Perhaps their owners would let them come have a free drink, and then would be suckered (er, convinced) to buy some Lemonde from the generous young girl who refreshed their pet.  Yes, no?  I've never really done this before - I was trying to help.  Her mom thought it was a good idea.

Anyways, back on track.  Our plan is to break down as many pieces as seem feasible, sand, wood glue, wood filler, sand again, stain, put back together, and finally seal the whole shebang.  It'll take awhile, I know.  Since I'm home during the day right now (ehhhhhh....) Drew crowned me Queen Sander.  He's more of a take apart kind of guy, anyways.