When we first moved to Los Angeles, people told us that we would get sick of the good weather. That we would eventually yearn for icy days to could curl up with a blanket, drink hot cocoa and snuggle up with this furry guy. (This little thing puts out a lot of warmth. And gives sweet licks.) I had just moved from Texas where the weather drastically changes. Freezing one day, then scorching hot the next with humidity that makes you feel like you have a perpetual film growing on your skin. So I pretty much thought these Angelenos were bonkers. They “warned” me that the weather was amazing and perfect. Can you believe? Who needs to be warned about great weather?
The weather is usually nice. But that 1% of the time when it isn’t really throws everything off kilter.
Take for example last Saturday. I woke up exited to go to the Affaire in the Garden.
And then to my surprise. Rain. Not just a little rain. A mini monsoon.
Rain = no Affaire in the Garden. The event was located outside which meant getting drenched. And the main reason I wanted to go, practicing photography, would have been fruitless.
It never rains here. I was so unprepared for what was unfolding. Not only was I going to miss the event but I had left a lot of my furniture projects outside which was the worst tragedy. Since we don’t have much garage space, I usually work on all my painting and restoration projects outside. After days of working hard on my vanity, I looked outside and it was soaked. It couldn’t be moved because there was nowhere else available to place it. I kept thinking it would stop any minute so I never covered it.
Well…for a city that never gets rain or bad weather, it rained for 5 days straight.
I looked outside and the drawers on my vanity appeared ruined.
But after close inspection I realized the rain had done me a big favor. Even though I spent several days sanding three layers of paint off these rounded drawers, I did not realize that there was a cheap molded plywood layer glued on the front of each drawer. The rain had softened the glue and the unwanted layer was rippling up.
After quickly peeling off this gunk, beautiful solid wood was revealed. The wood appears to have grooves but the lines are actually flat and the wood is smooth and perfect.
I only wish it had rained several days before I wasted days painstakingly sanding all the paint off!
The moral of this story? It may rain on your parade but it also might save you some sanding time.