The weather in Victoria of late has been some of the coldest in recent history. Finding a day – or even the odd half hour – of fine and moderately temperate weather in which to polish a piece of furniture in the open air has been challenging to say the least. With a vigilant eye on the forecasts, I ventured out the other day and began polishing the reader’s companion, but twenty minutes later the sun dropped below the roofline, instantaneously transforming The Lemon Studio into a chasm of intolerable crepuscular and algific conditions. Within two minutes, the polish went from being relatively free flowing to something more akin to peanut butter.
By the law of averages, good things come to those dim-witted enough to heed old adages. The table is now polished.
The brass drawer knobs required a little caressing to bring them up to standard before being aged in the Bucket of Wrath. The knobs were attached to the drawers and the whole table was then given a good waxing.