Weeks have gone by since my brightwork dude started the job. By the end of it, he desperately hated my sweet little boat. So much wood, so much sanding. Poor guy.
But, all's well - he's finally done and the wood just gleams. It makes my heart swim just to look at it. Piece by piece it all comes together - and when I get back from my upcoming shoot on the East Coast, I fully expect my mechanic/all-around handy man to have ripped through his list of Enola projects. To the sheer delight of me on the road.
Life is good.