The weather didn't improve today, other than being slightly warmer.
The lower farmhouse was nearly lost in damp mist early this morning.
The boy cats went outside, came back with moisture sparkling in their long fur.
Each time I scurried between the lower back door and the workshop my glasses were spotted with mist.
Jim had a fire warming the shop by 10, a cozy place to get on with our woodworking.
I think he's caught a vision--designing some rustic shelves.
The 'blue' cupboard in its red phase. I was tempted to leave it like this.
My method of layering colors may not be according to standard procedure, but I like the results.
The cupboard is now wearing another coat of Cannonball Black with a hint of the dark red showing through.
Jim's finished creation of a rustic shelf, ready for a brushing of satin poly.
He made the pegs from a slender cedar branch--pruned from one of the cedars that appear at the left side of my morning photos.
The wood is red oak, our own harvest.
This is the unique board that Jim discovered in his lumber stack yesterday.
The shadings are more defined than is visible in my photo.
This beautifully marked board has been fashioned into a hanging rack for a quilt.
We aren't sure what variety of tree this came from; possibly the unusual coloration indicates that the center of the tree was diseased. I'm pleased that it is having a useful and decorative second life.
Final coats of paint/poly were applied to several racks which are awaiting installation of hooks.
I'm down to an odd assortment--not enough left of any one style to complete a project.
Meanwhile, the house looks disheveled, although I hurried through the usual tidying of bedroom and bathrooms, washed, dried and folded laundry.
I am not a competent multi-tasker!