For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of painting trim (and I was among you just a few short weeks ago), let me tell you--it sucks. It's the kind of thing you should leave to the experts and exactly the kind of thing that I would like to have hired done but with two mortgages, my accountant (Joe) tells me there's no budget for an professional trim-painter. So I've learned to do it myself, I guess. Last weekend was my third straight painting trim, and I'm going to whine about it a little bit. At the end of each trim-painting day, my wrist (and sometimes shoulder) hurts and my back is sore from practically laying on the floor to paint baseboards. The first room (the playroom f/k/a/ Jayhawk room) was a challenge because I was painting white over BRIGHT red. The second room (the guest bedroom) was a challenge because the walls are highly textured and it was impossible to get a good line. I'm happy to report to you that, save for the windows in the guest bedroom, I think we have painted all the trim we're going to for while. And God bless Sherwin Williams paint because I think I'd still be painting the playroom trim if that paint didn't cover so well.
So I'm in an okay place with it now. But I wasn't last Friday. I was tired of painting trim and tired of it looking like crap. In the morning, Joe's brother Chris showed up while Joe finished up cutting in the living room. They decided they were going to tackle two "quick" projects--fixing the ductwork in the basement and installing the ceiling fan--before resuming painting. Even though Joe has been to the hardware store THREE TIMES for this project, he still didn't have the right stuff. So he and Chris went to the hardware store. In the meantime, Max refused to nap and I managed to get a tiny bit of trim painting done. About two hours later, Joe and Chris show up empty-handed. So they decide to put up the ceiling fan. Two hours after that, it is starting to get dark and there is still no fan. And I've been painting trim all day while giving Max two bottles, two snacks, one lunch, and attempting to put him down for at least three naps.
They finally get the fan installed, but there are no lightbulbs to make sure it actually works. Max is screaming. I've had enough. So I pick up my child and threaten my poor husband and brother-in-law with their lives--I am taking the baby for a ride to put him to sleep and the ceiling fan better be working and the living room better be painted when I return. After a 30-minute ride to Plattsburg and back, Max was finally asleep and I returned to the house. All I can say is Joe and Chris must have done some speed-painting (hell hath no fury...), because the living room was painted when I returned. It looked great and the baby was asleep. I felt a little stupid about the fit I threw, but no one said anything so I didn't either. Everything worked out and my blood pressure finally went down.
I think you'll agree , the new lighter green (Sherwin Williams, Lemongrass) makes the space seem much more open and brings out the woodwork nicely. And the ceiling fan is actually from this decade, which is a nice touch.
As you know, we didn't do any work on Saturday (go Tigers!) and we only had a few hours on Sunday, so we made them count. My Mom and Dad had Max for the morning, so I finished up the trim work (hooray!) and Joe cut in and rolled the first coat of paint on the dining room.
We still haven't figured out how to get those mirrors down, so they're staying put for now.
So here are our ambitious plans for this weekend:
- Put another coat of paint on the dining room
- Finish painting the window trim in the guest bedroom
- Touch up the playroom, guest bedroom, living room, dining room
- Fix the ducts
- Install a second ceiling fan
- Begin pulling trim off the wall in the entry OR try to strip and sand with the trim still on the walls
- Maybe--if we're lucky--begin painting the kitchen
5 comments:
Wow! That sounds like a lot to do! Good luck!
The new paint looks awesome, by the way.
In my defense, and for the record, at the time I had only made ONE trip to the hardware store. The trip with Chris where we came back empty-handed was number two. The final trip on Sunday where I got the (hopefully) correct hardware was number 3.
How in the world do you all get so much done in the space of a few short weekends? We're slackers. Dullards. Lazy gits. We need your drive, your energy, your deal with the devil... Advise, oh wise ones. Advise.
Anyway, thanks for the insight into your little piece of home reno hell. I've been enjoying your blog for a while now. It keeps me, if not sane, then calm, as it is nice to know that someone else has two mortgages and more work than two people can possibly ever finish alone.
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Thanks for reading, it's good to know that someone is out there paying attention to our ramblings.
I guess perception is everything; personally, I've been frustrated about the lack of things we've accomplished. It just seems like we are painting, and painting, and painting, and will never finish. It really helped, though, when Kendra cleaned out the house last weekend--it made several of the rooms seem finished.
I think one thing that helps our energy level is that we do not live there yet, so the work is done only on the weekends. If we lived there, we'd come home and have the work constantly hanging over our heads. I think it makes the weekend projects seem a little fun, even. Maybe I'm weird that way.
Just a thought about your mirrors; have you tried heat? If you have an adhesive holding the mirrors to the wall, maybe using a heat gun (on a low setting) could loosen the bond. Or crack the glass. 50/50! Either way I'd wear eye protection.
Does the bad luck increase from 7 years with the size of the mirror? Not that it matters, you've already signed yourself up for bad luck; you bought an OLD HOUSE!!!
Good luck with your 2008 goals!
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