Remember this piece of furniture I found?
I finally started working on it.
I put on a pretty mask. (It was windy, so please excuse my hair).
And started to use a sander for the first time. And this is what I ended up with after about 15 minutes.
Nice, right? I'm kidding. Obviously, it's not that good looking. But I had an old piece of sandpaper on the sander and it ultimately doesn't matter if I get it all off since I'm painting it, as long as the surface is pretty smooth.
Then I decided to work on one of the sides. And made the mistake of taking out the drawers.
And I found this inside:
Nasty.
But I'm pretty sure this stuff was the source of the smell I mentioned in that previous post.
I tipped the whole thing over and these are some of the things that came out:
Gross. At least they were dead. And I did a decently thorough inspection, so I'm pretty sure they didn't have any live friends.
And then I tipped it over again and kind of knocked on the back of it to get more stuff out, and this is what I found:
Yes, that is a pile of hair and dust, in a line. I have to wonder, with this many short little hairs, did somebody trim their hair over a drawer? Or maybe store a razor full of little hairs in it?
I don't want to know.
At this point, I was extra thankful for the mask my mom had recommended I use and that my dad had found for me. The smell of that hair and all that dust was bad, but it could have been much worse. And I could have been breathing it in.
There was some stuff that just didn't want to come out without some assistance, but there was no way I was touching it with my bare hands. I didn't have any gloves in the house though, so I had to resort to this, the next best thing:
By this point I was pretty much ready to call it quits for the day. There's still a substantial amount of cleaning/vacuuming to be done in this piece before I'll let it anywhere near my front door. But hopefully the worst of it is gone and the smell will start to dissipate...
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