Finishing is an essential part of building cabinets, but I view it as a necessary evil. Maybe I must change my outlook; they say if something can go wrong it will and that describes my relationship with finishing.
I once had a large number of cabinet doors to spray. A spray booth is still a distant dream so sunny windless days and the lawn next to my shop is my version. It went well, I would spray a few doors, carry the ones in the beginning of the line back into the shop, spray some more, and so on. By the time I was done, every available horizontal space in the shop was covered in doors. I thought they looked pretty good but I’d had enough and needed a change of scenery. I closed the door and went down to the house.
Later in the afternoon I went back to admire my work. Holy Moly! Some of the doors had white blotches all over them! What? Chemical reaction? Humidity? Wait a minute, this stuff looks familiar! Where have I seen this? On my car, on statues in parks! I looked up. A fat robin was perched in the rafters. His bloodshot eyes showed the effects of lacquer fumes.
I opened all the doors and windows wide but no amount of cursing or throwing things would move him. He watched me while I cleaned up his mess with wet rags, and while I worked I thought maybe he just wanted to admire my doors. Maybe he recognized a familiar tree in one of the doors. @$&#! He was probably letting me know what he thought of my finishing. I was throwing things at him again!
-- Div @ the bottom end of Africa. "A woodworker's sharpest tool should be his mind."