It's been a little while since I've posted anything of substance (some
might say they're still awaiting such an event), but I finally got
around to polishing-out the shellac finish on this cherry mantelshelf
I've been working on (previous pictures here -
http://www.klownhammer.org/yetmoreprogress ). As an experienced (not
necessarily talented or good) wooddorker, I'd made the plank over-long
and before final finishing I cut off and squared-up the ends. No
drama. One off-cut was about 1' long, and so also being the dutiful
and conservative finisher, I executed the remainder of the finishing
schedule on that chunk (about 1' square).
Oh Lordy Lordy. Less than a minute of wet sanding with mineral oil
(too thick, generally, but I was being conservative) and 400, then 600
grit; then polishing with FFF pumice and it felt done. Cleaned it all
up with turpentine, dried it off and ran my hand over it. Oh Mama!
Satin and silk cry in shame when one tries to compare that texture to
a hand rubbed shellac surface. After I wiped all the oil and turps
off, I brought it inside to show the missus (SWIATAAABOC, Tom).
"Touch it, hon." She ran a tentative finger over shellacked cherry
'scrap' then pulled away. "Is it dry?" I said, "It's been dry for two
months, babe. Try it again." This time she lingered over the freshly
finished-out cherry. "Wow, it feels... it feels like... lemme feel
that again." More incredulous touching. "I love the grain. It's...
My sentiments exactly. Pictures forthcoming.
If there's any hobby more satisfying than turning a dull, dirty piece
of potentially beautiful wood into something that puts polished marble
to shame, I haven't found it yet. Some people have worry stones,
others have mood rings or some other talisman to help influence
things. I think the next time I make some dumbass mistake in the
shop, I'll just run my hand over this little test piece to remind
myself just how good it is if you can suffer the small stuff.
No offense to you lacquer-sniffers out there, but there's just no