Refinishing our Kitchen Cabinets - Day 20

I am really excited about this.  The cabinets are almost done.  The drawers are almost done.

Yeah, I know you're thinking, wow, but I see pictures of them done and in place!  Doesn't that mean they're done?

You would think, wouldn't you?

Turns out I really, massively, unbelievably ran out of time.  The stair demo was going to start in two days, SPF had a work gig in the field for all of Sunday, and I needed to get space in our garage for lots of stuff, including the piano, so something had to happen.  As I had already decided to polyurethane these in an upright position on the work tables, I thought, "What the heck!  I can do this with the drawers in place so that I can fill them up, get them out of the garage, and get other stuff back into the kitchen.

Yeah.

So here's what did happen.  The mostly dry, stained drawers are in place, but have been left a bit protruding into the kitchen to complete their drying before the poly.  Now, admittedly, we are in a position that the garage floor has been cleared for other stuff and I should be able to poly these in place, but I am not comfortable having utensils and towels and measuring cups back in their home just yet.  Because we can't open and close them.  You read that right.  Because they are still tacky, we can't move them from these positions.

Try telling that to a three year old.  Better yet, trying telling that to a two year old.  And better still, try telling that to your subconscious that wants to bump your hip into any drawer that is partially open while you're carrying a hot casserole because you don't want your belt loop to get stuck on a drawer and burn your feet off.

Needless to say, children have gotten stained hands and I have gotten very similar brown stain marks on my hippish area of two pairs of jeans.

The cabinet face, thank heaven, was able to dry in a nice breezy (but without direct sunlight) area of our patio.  It was completely dry when installed.  You see that tool there?  That's a nail gun.  You see that seemingly thin and delicate piece of wood?  Yes, apparently that is crafted out of petrified railroad ties that laugh in the face of ordinary tacking nails.  So the nail gun was learned.  It was brought in.  It was attached to compressed air.  And it shot those little suckers straight through the impossible wood.  The nail gun was not a purchase of ours, but rather a greatly discounted friend purchase made from Todd and Linda when they moved to Sweden.  They were trying to get rid of the air compressor, which I did want to blow out my 4x5 negative holders (I know, photo nerd!) and SPF said, "Hey, you want that nail gun?"  And Todd, with that great "Am I right or am I right?" salesman smile that he has says "Do you want that nail gun?"  He threw it in with the air compressor for another $10.  So, this chapter of our remodel SPF has labeled "Todd and Linda Saved Our Bacon."

Which they did.