Re-Glazing a Funky Old Sink

Years and years of a slowly dripping faucet has left its mark via a giant rust divot. The water eroded through the porcelain and began to attack the cast iron. Thread loves the sink, but Butter isn't so sure, mostly because she thinks she can find another one floating around in a back alley or the Amish junk pile. But then again we like to let sleeping dogs lie around here. To re- do the plumbing would be a nightmare, and not in the budget as of yet. So reglazing here we come.



Step one seal off the rust. Brush all of the loose stuff off and clean it as best you can, next get some Bondo, and start patching the hole. A few thin layers later, start sanding with a bit of water and 220 grit wet/dry sandpaper till smooth. Bondo is pretty great to sand, but stinky! So wear a respirator and keep those windows open.






After smooth, its time for the re-glazing kit. Following the direction of cleaning cleaning, and letting dry completely!!! Here's the problem the faucet still drips. ( we haven't quite mastered plumbing yet) So Butter got all McGyver and came up with this:

The tubing attached with hose clamps diverts the water allowing for a completely dry surface.




Then the Re-Glazing starts. Thin layer after thin layer of this super stinky epoxy stuff. I hate to admit, but I don't think this really solved the problem the way I thought it would. That's ok right? Its a sink that works without rust, that one day will most likely be professionally re-glazed or replaced.

Batty

Butter is a city girl, growing up in Philadelphia, not much wildlife aside from the rabid raccoon every now and then. Thread is a bit more accustomed to wildlife growing up in the pine barrens of South Jersey. Actually I think Thread is getting a little tired of Butter constantly pointing out hawks flying high when we are driving to the Home Depot. But one night getting ready to get some Mexican take out, Thread was like, "Ummm, whats that?" Butter, having the case of the 'crangys', said, "Nothing lets go." But then she saw it too. A bat, the biggest she'd ever seen, flying around the side porch. His name is Bart, and we will build him a house nowhere near a door.