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Lesson # 85: Read The Label
Sep. 4th, 2006 12:46 pmFirst off, Portland was amazing--Andy & I got to hang not only with Anne but with three of her friends from art camp, & we ate wonderful desserts & drove around Portland at night & got on smashingly. It was so good to see her. We drove up to Pittock Mansion on Sunday, which was gorgeous, & then Andy & I drove home in two & a half hours. Yes, ladies & gentlemen, my darling little blue truck got us 200 miles in less than three hours. I am so proud.
Also, Portland is a gorgeous city. I don't think I realized that too much--the times I've been there I've been to very specific places--mostly Powell's & L&C which isn't really in the city anyway. Maybe I'll go live there after college, for a while.
This morning Liz & Emily came over at 7am & we made pancakes. They were really tasty, & it was good to see them--Liz is off back to Portland today, & Emily's off back to Macalester until Christmas, argh.
& then I was a stupid, stupid child. I bought paint on Friday, to paint my five dollar dresser--a lovely little can of smooth black enamel. So I painted it, & it looks quite fabulous if I do say so myself. I go to the kitchen sink to wash the brush, & I start running water over it, which doesn't seem to be doing much--well, it rarely does, right? So what do I do? I stick both hands into the brush & scrub, 'cause that's how you get paint out. Sure. I've done it tons of times before. Except...only with water-based paint. & was this water-based paint? Oh, um--that would be no. So I'm standing at the sink, both hands covered in black paint, a brush full of paint that won't go away, the sink spattered & dripping, an utter mess, while my dad checks the label. The only thing that cleans this off, apparently, is mineral spirits, aka paint thinner. Do we have any? No. No, we don't. & are any stores open? Well, it's a holiday--so no, not many.
I got to sit on the floor with my hands wrapped in a rag for half an hour while my dad went out to buy mineral spirits. It got most of it off, but my nails are filthily black & most of my hands are still a disgusting sort of grey. Well. I'll never make that mistake again.
( & on a different note, anyone wanna be in a reality theater show? )
Also, Portland is a gorgeous city. I don't think I realized that too much--the times I've been there I've been to very specific places--mostly Powell's & L&C which isn't really in the city anyway. Maybe I'll go live there after college, for a while.
This morning Liz & Emily came over at 7am & we made pancakes. They were really tasty, & it was good to see them--Liz is off back to Portland today, & Emily's off back to Macalester until Christmas, argh.
& then I was a stupid, stupid child. I bought paint on Friday, to paint my five dollar dresser--a lovely little can of smooth black enamel. So I painted it, & it looks quite fabulous if I do say so myself. I go to the kitchen sink to wash the brush, & I start running water over it, which doesn't seem to be doing much--well, it rarely does, right? So what do I do? I stick both hands into the brush & scrub, 'cause that's how you get paint out. Sure. I've done it tons of times before. Except...only with water-based paint. & was this water-based paint? Oh, um--that would be no. So I'm standing at the sink, both hands covered in black paint, a brush full of paint that won't go away, the sink spattered & dripping, an utter mess, while my dad checks the label. The only thing that cleans this off, apparently, is mineral spirits, aka paint thinner. Do we have any? No. No, we don't. & are any stores open? Well, it's a holiday--so no, not many.
I got to sit on the floor with my hands wrapped in a rag for half an hour while my dad went out to buy mineral spirits. It got most of it off, but my nails are filthily black & most of my hands are still a disgusting sort of grey. Well. I'll never make that mistake again.
( & on a different note, anyone wanna be in a reality theater show? )
