Disgusted with myself. It's Saturday afternoon, and I have around twenty four hours before Mrs Dim returns from the UK, and a hefty amount of that time has to be spent cleaning all the things I've been telling her I was cleaning every day. Add to that the fact that my Middle Kid has been actually doing some extra-curricular schoolwork (which is great) that requires me to drive her all over the place (which is not), and the dog training and actual "getting paid" work, and I have achieved about thirty minutes of helmet work. In a sodding week. Amazing.
However, it was the kind of stuff that's difficult to do with Mrs Dim around, because there's very few occasions when we're not both in the house together and the smell of bondo worries her. Can't imagine why.
So what I did was mix up a fresh batch and go over the areas where I have sanded so much there are holes, or where the surface was so uneven sanding wasn't helping, or where the Pep model got cut up after the lacquer went on. So yeah, I have more sanding to do, but it should be the last time I add stuff on.*
On the plus side, I have yet to look up any pep models for the Shoretrooper helmet, or that video I know is on YouTube. I have one reference picture that I took at Disney last March, and I haven't even copied it from the holiday photos into the "reference pictures" file. Restraint.
*Sometimes I think I make statements like this just to disappoint my future self. Past Me is way too optimistic.
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Oh, and weird footnote. Remember I said I was trying out the spray filler? I bought two cans of it, on separate days. Both cans are gone. Vanished. Not a sign. Nobody but me uses spray paint at all in this house, and certainly no one is in a hurry to spray anything a dull brown. What the hell?
