Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Please observe this small dolly

I had originally planned to hammer some plain brass upholstery studs all around the sides of this thing, but the wood was so hard it bent several of them. I thought I'd show the wood who was boss, and tried pre-drilling 1/16" holes to pound the studs into, but to no dang avail — the drill bit snapped off inside, and it lives there still.

So, I settled for painting it chromium green with cross-hatched brushstrokes, rubbed some lighter yellow-gray wash into it, and slapped on the wheels.

I then spray-enamelled the underbelly a glossy black. (Spraypaint is more fun than I realized, and a much finer spray than I realized as well. This opens the door to a new world of stencil/t-shirt type projects.)

Then, never ever one to let well enough alone, I masked off some stripes on the top, and sprayed that with black as well.

The result is a very small dolly that can perhaps be used to trundle around an alarm clock or maybe several bottles of pills on.

Or, I suppose, one could attach a leash and use it to pull a single brown bag of groceries home.


At 10:54 AM, Anonymous

Oh man, dolly dolly dolly dolly. I like the last idea the best, it's very "Charlie Brown Christmas."

At 10:55 AM, Anonymous

PS that was stef
PPS why do we have to sign in to comment

At 6:22 PM, Julie

Because Blogger is probably not the blog machinery I want to continue using, and may switch over to WordPress after the holidays IF NOT BEFORE.

I am sorry it sucks so much. :(

It will get better.

At 9:28 AM, Toom

Is everything set up co-rec-to-ly in the Settings tab thing? There should be a button that allows everyone to post (even if they have no internet!).

At 10:16 AM, Anonymous

it's ok julie, i am just being a snot. i am still excited to discover you have a blog!

At 10:10 AM, Julie

Toom, everyone is allowed to post, it's just that Blogger designates anyone not registered with Blogger as "anonymous," which I don't like.

Hopefully I'll be able to transport this nascence into a neater framework and system in the next week.

Once I get back home - I am on the computer system everyone is familiar with: the parents'. The gerbil on this one is getting up there in years, and judging from the blue exhaust, the hard drive is burning oil.


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