You could add a touch of black to it.I knew from the bottle that it wasn't a deep red, but I had hoped it would be a little darker than this especially since I used a red base coat. Looks a bit more rose. Hopefully the gloss clear will darken it some. Live and learn.
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I knew from the bottle that it wasn't a deep red, but I had hoped it would be a little darker than this especially since I used a red base coat. Looks a bit more rose. Hopefully the gloss clear will darken it some. Live and learn.
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Love memories like these! Funny that your cousins thought their smoking would be undetected! Here's a basic American version of a similar story, not near as eloquent and I'm too tired to even try, although my best effort would still pale. I grew up in the Chicago suburbs but my mom was from Tennessee- she grew up in a family of sharecroppers picking cotton as a child. We would go down a couple times a year- near Memphis which is miserably hot and humid in the summer. My cousins and I would walk down the road to buy a bottle of Coke- it was so much better after that hot, muggy walk. My grandpa caught us trying to get a cigarette once so, he rolled one for us and made us smoke it. I'm pretty sure it made me sick, I've never been able to tolerate cigarettes. Another time we were all up in an apple tree eating green apples (sour) and he warned us not to eat too many. Of course that advice went unheeded and we all ended up with terrible belly aches, I believe he laughed and shook his head in response. Simple things make the best memories.So cool.
Please indulge me for a moment or two.
One of the aspects of this hobby, and this forum, while enjoying the progress of a build like this, are the unsolicited memories.
... memories of reaching into that red cooler at the corner store with my older cousins in a small Ontario town.
Nursing a small bottle of Coke as we walked along the tracks to the train station; me with my Coke, they with cigs they would want to finish before going back to my grandparents' house. You could hear the trains coming, long before they crossed the bridge into town. A low rumble, then the whistle.
On a hot summer day, the folks might all be out on the verandah, chatting and eating watermelon; my grandmother, normally reserved, delighted in squeezing a seed between her fingers, shooting at an unsuspecting victim! There would be peals of laughter, and she would feign innocence though everyone knew who the sharpshooter was!
Funny but I was always intimidated by the Coke coolers. How do I grab the bottle? Is there a specific bottle I'm supposed to pick? Does it come out easy? What if the door closes before I grab it, can I open it again? how do I use the bottle opener? Eventually I figured it out, and then I realized how AWESOME an invention they were. LOL kid stuff.So cool.
Please indulge me for a moment or two.
One of the aspects of this hobby, and this forum, while enjoying the progress of a build like this, are the unsolicited memories.
... memories of reaching into that red cooler at the corner store with my older cousins in a small Ontario town.
Nursing a small bottle of Coke as we walked along the tracks to the train station; me with my Coke, they with cigs they would want to finish before going back to my grandparents' house. You could hear the trains coming, long before they crossed the bridge into town. A low rumble, then the whistle.
On a hot summer day, the folks might all be out on the verandah, chatting and eating watermelon; my grandmother, normally reserved, delighted in squeezing a seed between her fingers, shooting at an unsuspecting victim! There would be peals of laughter, and she would feign innocence though everyone knew who the sharpshooter was!