As I am sure you are breathlessly awaiting a report on whether or not The Husband ever noticed the door from the garage being painted; I am here to tell you he has not. Nor has he noticed that the front door has been painted.
Are any of us surprised? No, dear reader, we are not.
Not that I really care - I just find it hilarious that he claims to have "excellent observation skills" - just apparently not in the subject of home decor.
As for the front door - I painted it with the paint that was meant to be for the new front door - don't worry, there is plenty left over for the new door...that will eventually be mine.
|Marine Blue - so much better! I hate this door just a|
titch less now.
On to another paint topic...
But then - COVID and LIFE got in the way. First there was COVID, then The Oven Died - Part 1; The Hot Water Saga; The Oven Died Again - Christmas Edition; the Second Once in a Lifetime Tree Event...you get the idea...life.
At any rate, when The Husband asked me a couple of weeks ago what I wanted for my birthday (about two days before the actual day...what can I say, he likes to *plan ahead*) I told him I wanted to get something on the calendar for someone to come out and give us a quote to paint the porch ceilings.
Notice, all I wanted was a solid date for someone to give us an estimate. I can happily state that he made that particular birthday wish happen and then some. The guy came out last Wednesday and then came back on Thursday and - my porch ceilings are haint blue!
I was fine with having someone do the ceilings - despite not minding painting - because I was unsure how to approach this particular task and I truly didn't feel comfortable spending that much time on a tall ladder.
|I love it!|
Again - I REALLY need to figure out the basics of photography
because this example in no way portrays what is actually
going on out there.
Gosh, that man knows how to make my heart go pitter-patter, doesn't he?
So, it was glaringly apparent that the porch and the trim needed to be painted white.
And I figured I was up for it even though I'd never actually painted a porch before. Which thrilled The Husband as he absolutely HATES painting. But what I did not take into consideration is that of ALL the painting jobs there are in the world - the one I dislike the most is painting trim.
Guess what a porch is?
Technically, trim. Trim on a screened porch. Screen which The Husband says would be next to impossible for us amateurs to replace perfectly, so taking it off was off the table.
Guess what else? That porch that I spent an entire day cleaning about a month ago needed to be cleaned again. Why? Because it's outside. And because that is where the dirt, pollen and bugs live. And it needed to be wiped down every single day that I was painting because of dirt, pollen and bugs. *sigh*
Guess what else? Dirt, pollen, bugs and random strands of my hair seem to LOVE fresh, wet paint as I had to continually pull one or all of these things out of the paint tray for the past four days.
Basically, I was in hell.
It was agonizing but I can tell you this - I will NEVER, EVER paint another porch again. NEVER.
Knowing what I know now, I would have done the ceilings and had the painter do the rest.
But as of this moment, it's DONE.
|Since I was sprucing things up I went ahead and ordered a|
rug and re-arranged the furniture. I must say, I'm
pretty pleased with the results.
But...you know...those back steps off the freshly painted porch are looking mighty shabby...