Well I have been keeping myself off of the mean streets of Forsyth Illinois this week by finishing my "Vacation Speakers".
By mean streets I'm talking about roving bands of families riding around in golf carts visiting the lemonade stand that the kids down the street have set up.
Yeah, quaint upper middle class neighborhoods are filled with lawlessness such as unregistered places of business manned by underaged workers. I'm sure ice cream trucks won't be far behind.
Anyway I spent the week slathering various concoctions on the sanded oak body of my project speakers.
Four, count em', four coats of Tried and True varnish oil that were buffed out with steel wool between each coat as prescribed in the instructions provided by the manufacture of said poultice.
I then put on four coats of Minwax Wipe on Poly, oil based, in a warm gloss finish. Sanding between coats with 600 grit, well because I thought that if I used 1000 grit it would just be silly.
I didn't follow the directions provided because it said to use 220 grit and I didn't have any that rough.
I do have 3000 grit because the crib at work was throwing it out. I may or may not be the manager of the crib and allegedly control what is stored in there.
After the wipe on stuff I went for the kill with Bee's wax.
I've been milking the stingers of a secret "Honey Pot" of bees for years to get my secret recipe of waxes and pollen for wood finishing. Or I might have ordered it from Amazon, my memory of such things isn't what it used to be.
Only two coats of the wax went on because it was 90 in my garage and sweat started running down my butt crack.
I then put in my binding posts, hooked up my wires and bolted everything into place.
They are playing right now, and no they are not as dynamic as my Troels Gravesen SBA-761's or my CSS Criton's and you know that my Open Baffles wipe the floor with them.....
But they serve a place in my line up as something portable that I can take to a beach house and listen to music while staring far out to the horizon while trying to regain some semblance of inner peace in my deeply warped psyche.
So after babbling on and on, here are some "after" pictures.

A little "P" car flexing while I'm at it!