To shock my Photo a Day followers, I won't post a flower bud of any kind today. I am working on a desk and I took a picture of the only sander that I have that works. My better sander broke and this little guy was my last resort. He worked well and I changed the sandpaper often to get that finish off of the top of it.
I learned my sanding procedures from watching a man sand down a basketball court. He used one sanding piece the whole length of the gym, flipped it over and returned on a new path. Then he threw that sanding pad away and got a new one. I wonder how many years I spent sanding down furniture that could have been done faster if I had changed the sandpaper more often.
3 comments:
I remember my father using a sander. It always fascinated me how smooth everything was.
Tools! What would we do without them?!
That's a lovely piece. You'll have to share the finished piece with us.
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