Now that the Firefighter monkey is off my back — I opted against having Crankenstein contribute doodles after learning she’s unfamiliar with The Facts of Life — maybe I’ll experience a new emotional freedom and strut down the street tomorrow a rejuvenated woman, like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. If you’re wondering why that review caused me such tsuris, it wasn’t about the movie itself; it’s more about the hell of trying to write when your brain won’t cooperate.
What I post here and at Cranky is a fraction of what I write overall, and it’s Cranky that’s most neglected when I’m sluggish because it’s the lightest thing I do. Paradoxically, it’s also among the most time-consuming, which naturally weighs against it when I’m already moving in slow-motion. We’ll see what happens next and whether I can increase my productivity this week: I need to finish my March library post here and start one for April, among other things.
My photography skills could use some improvement but here’s what I’ve been working on these last few days to relax: turning the parts on the left into the lighthouse bathroom set on the right. It wasn’t easy and if you zoom in on the painted tub you’ll see some smudges on its edges where I lost control of it while it was still drying. The toilet’s handle is also missing because I accidentally broke it, so I’m waiting for a replacement part to arrive.
The process was simple: I sprayed it all with white primer and hand-painted it the next day, followed by gluing the day after that. The tub and sink fixtures got a bronze base layer, while the tub’s claw feet were given both black and bronze, followed by a darker silver than what’s on the towel and TP holders. Glue application and placement of sticky items is difficult for me at half-scale, even using fine-tip applicators or toothpicks, so I’m happy with how this turned out, flaws and all.
Next on my list of lighthouse-adjacent projects is a modest little boat. It’s part of a lore I’ve not explained here, that of a reclusive and somewhat curmudgeonly gay captain and his dandy-ish partner. The captain’s history will be explored more in future builds; I expect we’ll glimpse his old fishing boat and the cannery where he worked as a younger man, as well as the home he eventually made with his gentleman friend.
Oh, and Muriel is pleased to have me back downstairs. She contentedly snored in the corner of her office as I worked this weekend.
