That's my new word.
It's in the Urban Dictionary.
That's how cool I am.
Since I've stopped writing in complete sentences I figure I get to start being - like, urban.
I mean - I live a half mile from Detroit.
I AM urban.
I'm so cool I buy my steak knives from people who have died.
Steak knives from people who have died are by definition janky.
Since most of the things I own are janky when I get them, I know exactly what to do.
Get out the sander and sand away the jank.
Tip of the day: When you are going to sand away jank from a knife wrap the blade in a thick rag.
Knives are sharp.
Even when they are janky.
They will cut you.
I used my random orbit sander for this job.
I tried to use my Dremel, but the little tip that holds the little sanding circle thingy flew off while I was using it.
I think over the fence and into my neighbor's yard.
Either that or into the garden somewhere.
I could not find it.
Thus using the power sander.
Something I don't recommend for something so small - and sharp. Like a knife.
But I did it anyway.
So I'm not going to tell you how I did it.
Just that I did it. And that you shouldn't.
Actually, I think that it would have been easiest and most effective if I had used stripper on these and then sanded them by hand.
Anyway, after I got the old finish off I stained the handles with an onyx stain.
After the stain was dry I put a little hemp oil on them.
Then I was done.
They look much better now.
Not quite so janky.
Want to come over for steak?
Oh yea, this is one of those little things I let hang around in my mind for 2 years or so before I fixed them.
Mind mind is getting a little less cluttered every day.
Now maybe I can find my keys . . .
Ivy and Elephants