Today we had some family friends visit, and they have two young girls under five. Last night I was doing some black oil paint panel line washes on my Mustang, and left it on my workbench to dry overnight. You can already kind of see where this is going, can't you?
My work area is upstairs, near my daughter's bedroom. And the three girls came upstairs to play this afternoon...
There was a glob of black oil paint sitting on my workbench, and paintbrushes handily nearby...
The Method. |
This was the olive drab anti-glare section on my Mustang last night:
The Victim. |
And after attempting to wipe off the glob of black oil paint, this is it tonight:
The Crime Scene. |
The scary thing is when I saw it, I couldn't work out how the &^%$# I had managed to smear a gob of oil paint on my model when I left the workbench last night. Some kind of mini-stroke brought on by inhaling too much thinners?
Then I saw the uncleaned paintbrushes with oil paint on them, and put two and two together. my daughter ratted her out, saying that the littlest visitor had wanted to paint too.
It could have been a helluva lot worse. If the littlest visitor had wanted to paint more, she could have. It's going to be easier to repaint olive drab than to repaint the metallic finish, or to re-decal.
And I get it. I'm not at all upset at her, if I was three and saw that on a table near me I'd probably do the same. Perhaps I just started a lifelong model maker?
That said, lesson learnt about small children playing upstairs unsupervised.
Aargh,
Dave
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