I'm sure everyone has had at least one of these, ranging from mildly irritated ,
to full blown WTF days!
Doing my 1/32 Revell Spitfire, (ok not the most expensive!), but really put a lot of effort into this one. So many days spent filling and sanding, repeating, to get it to possibly my best actual build yet. Coats of primer and paint, giving days in between to cure to avoid any peeling while masking, you get the picture.....
Bottom completed and glossed and as I finish my 3rd and final superfine coat of gray on top, the old butterfingers dropped it as I twisted to try and get the back end of the fuselage under the rear stabilisers! But my almost cat-like reflexes, (seen dead cats move quicker) kicked in and I actually caught it before the crash-landing, grabbing the freshly painted wing, scraping layers of paint away with my nails and leaving fingerprints all over the fuselage...
Resisting the urge to instantly smash my Spit to pieces, I calmly placed it on my work table, cleaned up my stuff and left the loft.
2 days later I've still not went up as I don't even know if I want to strip it all back and repaint or just leave it in the "I'll get back to it" corner and move on.
Ooooooh sometimes I hate this hobby!
Tell your hard luck stories and make me feel slightly better!
to full blown WTF days!
Doing my 1/32 Revell Spitfire, (ok not the most expensive!), but really put a lot of effort into this one. So many days spent filling and sanding, repeating, to get it to possibly my best actual build yet. Coats of primer and paint, giving days in between to cure to avoid any peeling while masking, you get the picture.....
Bottom completed and glossed and as I finish my 3rd and final superfine coat of gray on top, the old butterfingers dropped it as I twisted to try and get the back end of the fuselage under the rear stabilisers! But my almost cat-like reflexes, (seen dead cats move quicker) kicked in and I actually caught it before the crash-landing, grabbing the freshly painted wing, scraping layers of paint away with my nails and leaving fingerprints all over the fuselage...
Resisting the urge to instantly smash my Spit to pieces, I calmly placed it on my work table, cleaned up my stuff and left the loft.
2 days later I've still not went up as I don't even know if I want to strip it all back and repaint or just leave it in the "I'll get back to it" corner and move on.
Ooooooh sometimes I hate this hobby!
Tell your hard luck stories and make me feel slightly better!
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