Ah, the clarity that comes from painting. Imperfections unnoticed by eye or fingertip are revealed and I am once again thwarted by the sore fact that perfection is but a Siren’s song never to be attained this side of the veil.
That doesn’t, however, prevent me from continuing to throw myself against that particular rock. I can do nothing else. It is in my nature.
But after four coats of primer and three coats of white polyurethane, I must admit that my wherry looks pretty darn good. I have two more coats of white to go, followed up by four or five coats of sea green on the top plank. And then I get to flip it over and finish the inside with one more coat of epoxy and four or five coats of varnish.
Maybe an August launch? That is one hope, anyway.