Tarred and hilarious: a foundation fiasco

Lessons from a day with dad

You haven’t worked with tar before, have ya?

I was picking out a brush to apply tar to the foundation.

The brush? It doesn’t have to be anything at all.

I was being picky about my ‘tar brush’. I love buying paint brushes. Whether for cutting with a two incher or painting masks with various fine art brushes collected through they years, I tend to be picky about my brushes.

These tar brushes were junk. They had uneven bristles. The handles were loose. I didn’t like any of them. They reminded me of tiny loosely bristled push brooms.

You really haven’t worked with tar before, have ya? My dad was laughing at this point. Once you have that shit all over it? You won’t give a damn what you’re putting it on with.

I laughed and shook my head grateful for the advice.

I’ve had a love hate relationship with asking my dad’s opinion about stuff. When I didn’t listen to his suggestions, he seems to get upset. These days he just shrugs, thinking about things a bit longer, and then comes back with a smile an…