But Nancie picked herself up—or, rather, plopped herself down—and got back to it. Another 40 hours, another masterpiece. That one survived nearly 18 months before the poly started to flake off for reasons nobody can explain.
At this stage, the average Jane might have safely assumed the project was doomed. That's not moxie. Nancie called in the sanders and insisted on watching as her work was wiped out. Then she bought herself a nice natural-bristle brush and hit the floor once again. "It was a backbreaking job," she says, "but worth the do-over."