I’ve been waking up early and painting by moonlight to get this guitar properly finished. The body coat is proving to be a real bear. Little cans of green spray paint (I’ve gone through four) don’t cover like an air brush. It’s kind of an awkward undertaking in the confines of my balcony as well. There are newspapers spread all over the place, the guitar is hanging off the back of a porch chair to dry, and I’m usually in a 3M mask (originally purchased for a bird flu outbreak) tending to it all. Yeah, it’d be enough to scare the neighbors if they looked over the wall. I think Mrs. NH is questioning my sanity.
I’m headed to Kyiv this week so expect a break in bass progress reports. I’m looking forward to visiting some favorite restaurant haunts.