Some days are worse than others.
I planned on painting yesterday, but I spent the day hanging out with a very old friend I haven't see in a couple of years. When I got home I felt the need to fix something that's been bugging me since I put up the last set of pictures. The big bomb is hanging straight, i.e. parallel to the fuselage, where the photos clearly show it hanging nose-down - parallel to the ground when the plane is parked.
I broke the whole thing out and re-installed it. Then I got out the airbrush. At first I couldn't find my bottle of black paint. Then I tried it. It's been almost four months, and the lid was on so tight I couldn't get it to budge. I banged on the cap with a pair of pliers, which usually works, but not this time. I tried using the pliers to twist the cap loose. No luck. I finally held the bottle with one pair of pliers and twisted the cap with another. The bottle broke. Black paint all over the kitchen counter, drawers and floor.
It took several tries with paint thinner to finally get it all up, but there's no sign it ever happened, so that's one good thing. I thought about making the huge round trip to the model shop, but I just couldn't get the energy up so I just did something else instead. Tomorrow morning will have to do.
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“Never do anything you can't take back.”
—Rocky Russo
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