As I said, unfortunately I don't have access to a camera til next week so I'll have to write a thousand words instead. I've been detailing the pit over the weekend with the Eduard PE bits. Settled on a green shade by mixing a bit of black into green zinc chromate and spraying that on. Then highlighted the raised details with dry-brushed plain Zinc Chromate. I'm happy with result. Seat is painted silver.
I did all of my work on Sunday outside on my patio as the weather's been spectacular so the box of parts and basic tools were set up on a sqaur of plywood and little tables next to my lounger. Ghetto blaster with some CD's plugged in and playing nicely. Marguerita (just one) an arms length away. Birds signing, no-one breaking the peace with their lawn mowers, an idylic setting. After I finished a most productive afternoon with the last pieces of PE on the instrument panel PE work, I packed everything away to throw a steak on the barby for supper - or so I thought.
Today, Monday, when I came home for lunch, I went down to the basement shop to dab some Future into the IP dials. But wait, where's the instrument panel? Checked the plywood board I'd been using as a table top with all the tools, glue, etc. then sifted through the box - twice - nothing. Looked on the floor, then began retracing my steps up the stairs, checking the carpet, through the kitchen, then back outdoors - nada. A careful look on the stone patio around where I was sitting - nyet. Looking up, ominous clouds. As anyone from Alberta can tell you, this could mean anything from nothing to a tornado and anything in between but I was convinced it was at least going to rain, HARD. Another desperate look around the patio did not locate the beast so I gave up and retraced my steps slowly back inside as the raindrops started to fall. Back downstairs for another look through the box, (isn't that the famous definition of insanity?) when I began hearing the drumming of some serious rain horizontal rain on the windows. Back upstairs, looking outside, the patio now resembled the sea around Cape Horn the rain now having flooded the area and the wind now whipping the water around at Gale 5. And then it began to hail! After about 10 minutes of this, I finally accepted the fact that, if this thing was outside, it would likely be picked up and floated to any number of places if not smashed by the hail. With that happy thought, I headed back to a lovely afternoon at work.
During a particularly exciting meeting in the afternoon, with my focus rivetted on the conversation, it occurred to me that maybe the damned IP fell onto my shirt, pants, or the seat cushion of the lounger, which I dutifully folded and put away the night before, and that, perhaps with some not-yet-dry CA glue having possibly oozed out, the IP had stuck to one of these objects. Convinced that this was most likely the case, the minute I got home after work, I inspected the shirts and shorts I'd worn on Sunday, hoping to find the little bugger there - nope. Ah! well, then it must be on the lounger cushion - you guessed it, not a trace. Bucking the insanity definition once again, I walked over to where I'd been working on the patio for a last look, and there, plain as day, within the arc of a glorious rainbow, dancing nymphs, and trumpeting angels was the errant panel sitting on a nondescript flagstone right where I'd already looked, and probably stepped several times! Joy of joys! My build can continue unabated!
Other than that, it was an OK day.