My late mother should have hired out as a home remodeler. She wasn’t afraid of taking a sledgehammer to a wall she wanted removed. She installed more of the ceiling tiles and wall paneling than my father did in the attic bedroom they created for my sister Patty and me.
I saved a project that felt daunting — spray painting the bathroom sink with appliance epoxy — to do in Mom’s memory on her 96th birthday earlier this month. I tried to exercise the patience Mom always said I lacked as I did the prep, cleaning, sanding, and covering up of areas that needed protection from the spray.