oh em gee, May Day
Well this is one hell of a job I've started.
Talk about distracting...
Step one: prime the ceiling which has been replastered in one area and is dark blue with silver galaxies everywhere else.
Done. But I'm not sure one coat is going to do it. K will have a look and make a pronouncement.
I'm hoping that pronouncement is "move on to regular paint, honey, before you pass out."
I managed to cut in lots of the paneling grooves as well - that's going to be a beast of a job too, the paneling, and I don't think I'll be able to roll much of it.
I must be the sloppiest painter on earth. My face is covered with primer, my clothes are spattered and my work area looks like I put paint in my mouth and spit it all over the place.
When I finished for the day, at two, I realized that Killz (no odor Killz, thank you) does not clean up with water.
It wasn't too bad to wipe off the floor but I've scraped a layer or two of skin off my arms and it took an awfully long time to get it all off my eyeglasses.
I won't be able to paint today (heh heh, putting it off already) as I need to go into town with, uh, someone I'm not talking about here right now. He has a meeting at The College Of His Choice to Learn More About The Program and I'm going with.
Don't worry though - I'm not that good at procrastinating.
The weekend is WIDE OPEN.
So, while I'm in town, why don't you go and vote? You know how to find it. It's the purple one.
And I'm going to take some pictures while I'm out so you have something to look at tomorrow.
In other news, it's May Day.
Here are some flowers for you...
and a toaster and a glass of wine and a dish of butter.
And here's a great story.
Life is complete.
Talk about distracting...
Step one: prime the ceiling which has been replastered in one area and is dark blue with silver galaxies everywhere else.
Done. But I'm not sure one coat is going to do it. K will have a look and make a pronouncement.
I'm hoping that pronouncement is "move on to regular paint, honey, before you pass out."
I managed to cut in lots of the paneling grooves as well - that's going to be a beast of a job too, the paneling, and I don't think I'll be able to roll much of it.
I must be the sloppiest painter on earth. My face is covered with primer, my clothes are spattered and my work area looks like I put paint in my mouth and spit it all over the place.
When I finished for the day, at two, I realized that Killz (no odor Killz, thank you) does not clean up with water.
It wasn't too bad to wipe off the floor but I've scraped a layer or two of skin off my arms and it took an awfully long time to get it all off my eyeglasses.
I won't be able to paint today (heh heh, putting it off already) as I need to go into town with, uh, someone I'm not talking about here right now. He has a meeting at The College Of His Choice to Learn More About The Program and I'm going with.
Don't worry though - I'm not that good at procrastinating.
The weekend is WIDE OPEN.
So, while I'm in town, why don't you go and vote? You know how to find it. It's the purple one.
And I'm going to take some pictures while I'm out so you have something to look at tomorrow.
In other news, it's May Day.
Here are some flowers for you...
and a toaster and a glass of wine and a dish of butter.
And here's a great story.
Life is complete.
Comments
Have a great day in town - we all have high hopes for some fun photos.
Good luck with the College meeting :)
Still the TSP is a lot easier then sanding the damn stuff. And may I say I actually MISS the days when my Youngest and Oldest had the star strewn ceilings. And the dinosaur string lights. And the giant Lego table. And....
best of luck with the grooves and enjoy college for the day.while visiting schools with my daughter I sometimes find myself wishing I could go there!
mom2
Painting sucks but the results are so worth it. Usually. (If you take Gabe's advice and wash with TSP, wear gloves. That stuff is nasty. Works fantastically, but what it does to your hands ain't good.)
Does the fact that I laughed while picturing you covered in paint make me a bad person? I also laugh when people fall down. I'm really not wrapped too tight now that I think about it.
I second babelbabe's "move on to the painting". Yes, you might still be able to see blue sky and stars but it's easier to do an extra coat of paint than an extra coat of Kilz and the outcome will be the same. Primer does its job even if you can still see through it.
Did you get flowers to congratulate you on your lovely primer-job? In celebration of May Day? As a bribe to actually FINISH the painting job? Either way, they're lovely.
The link to the baseball article will be going on the website of my 13 year old son's baseball team. I think there's a huge life lesson in that story.
Off to vote. And to get more coffee. If I can't figure out oh em gee at first glance I must need more caffeine.
And wear a hat. You know those painters' hats? Something with a brim, anyway.
I'm impressed that you're taking this on. I painted ceiling once in my life. And once will do me.
Remind me to praise the final effect when I see it at BlogHere.
I am in bed. Day 2 hit me like a tsunami. Got up to vote (now, @5:40PM!). Back to bed.
Thanks for sharing the heartwarming story too. What a nice start to the day here.
jbhat
I don't know. I must be some kind of freak, because I really do LOVE to paint.
Happy May Day.
that's the type of story i wish i'd hear more from the sports world, professional or amateur.
You can keep the flowers and the toaster, but pass the wine. AND THE BUTTER.