I think I need to clarify something for all you people who are shaking your heads at the way I'm wasting perfectly good holiday time sweating over a table. I would never describe myself as someone overburdened with the old work ethic, but it is true that if I don't do a few "productive" things with my down-time, I feel dissatisfied, even a little depressed. So my holiday must encompass diligence, frivolity, and sloth for me to feel wholly satisfied. Now you know. The table, having had three applications of stripper, is, I think, finally varnish-free. I'm waiting for it to dry from its latest before I know for sure, but either way, I'm not using that gunk any more. From here on it, it's all sandpaper... And, I fervently hope, I can begin to apply the new finish either this evening or tomorrow morning. Woo-hoo. Someone asked if I have before and after pictures. Sadly, no. Unlike some of you Friday Stuff people, I don't tend to take pictures of my furniture. I did think of it, in fact, but the day I started my sweetie was in Halifax with the camera. Without a "before" picture, is there any point to an "after"?