There are a few things in the world that I hate, june bugs, matching socks and painting; to name a few. Screen doors take care of the june bugs. The sock basket (my husband refuses to admit this exists) takes care of the need to match socks, but painting, now that is trickier. Something always needs to be painted or seems like it needs sprucing up.
Painting projects, well large ones at least, don’t happen that often allowing you time to forget all you suffered during your last painting episode. Kinda like childbirth and that convenient amnesia that allows the smell of a baby head to overrule your good senses.
I have painting clothes, sets of them, because I know I’ll experience this amnesia and allow the allure of pretty bright walls to block out the pain of painting. This summer I fell victim to my soap room.
First the ceiling and the walls, which went fairly smoothly. The floors were a whole different story. First the acid wash to clean the floor, then primer and a paint on one half of the floor at a time.
Then came the rain and things had to be moved back inside before the floor was completely dry.
So more touch ups and painting around chaos.
And then came the flooding with all that rain that caused me to repaint again and again. (Did I mention it rained for a solid week?)
Digging and installing a french drain solved the problem!
the painting finally ceased! May I have medication with the next one?
