I spent all day Sunday painting the ceiling and trim, which is a terrific way to spend a lot of time doing something unpleasant with no real visible change. But then my car door busted and I had to take it to the shop, so I got a bonus day for painting. At least this time you could tell I had been doing something in there.
Here’s a quick reminder of what it looked like before:
I had to repatch an area over the fireplace where I did a bad job the first time–that white stripe will be going away soon. I’m really digging the white on the fireplace and the brighter white of the newly painted window.
After I finished painting for the evening I somehow ended up obsessively scraping paint off the wood floors with a razor blade. All of my floors look like this because the previous owners couldn’t be bothered to use dropcloths.
And the fact that I feel the need to do this is the number one reason that they will have to drag me off to the loony bin someday.
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