It would be a very intriguing and very unorthodox question to ask the customer service team at the local hardware store:
Is there such a thing as possessed amateur craftsmen? Could there be demons in the paint department? Or other sinister entities that are haunting old furniture?
Honestly — somehow I think such things might actually exist in one way or other.
Like when long-postponed projects start to “grown” in one’s mind over time. When ideas arise that require more effort than expected, ones that can’t be finished in just a few hours but demand proper planning – and thus begin to root deeper in one’s subconscious than something like changing a lightbulb.
And then, when the object of one’s project happens to be something that’s always in view, something that can’t be hidden away for a while — then, in my opinion, the “unholy trinity of a DIY possession” might be complete. That’s when certain tasks, work or even creative ideas gradually begin to take on a life of their own – sometimes, as in my case right now, even in my very own dreams at night.
So, what is it all about actually? It’s my old bathtub.
The one whose decades-old red paint has started to peel off for several months now, bit by bit.
The one that strictly refuses to let go of all layers of paint, as it can be seen on above’s picture.
The one that keeps reminding me, every time I pass by, that, contrary to all my hopes and plans, I really will need some electric sanding tools to finally strip off the final red spots there.
At this point, I’m almost waiting for it to start speaking to me in Latin or so 🙂
Well, frustration, unexpected changes of plans and delays aside — once again, maybe out of self-defense, I’m taking it all with a good dose of humor and the realization that I’ll be spending this year’s Halloween with my eerily, red-stained bathtub.
Happy Halloween to all readers!