I think the technical term for these may be balusters, but whatever name you use, my front porch contains a lot of them. A lot.
I’d hoped to get the entire porch repainted this weekend (including the floor) but I seriously underestimated ALL THE SPINDLES! and the sheer number of hours it would take to paint them.
I believe the final count was ten hours of strictly painting. That doesn’t include the pressure washing, scraping, patching, or priming. So it’s safe to say I’ve gone a little spindle crazy. It’s also safe to say I’ve always been willing to trade a little sanity for some progress on the house though, so I probably came out ahead this weekend.
Here’s what the front porch looked like a few weeks ago:
The hunter green… it’s everywhere.
It didn’t look like it was in horrible shape, but apparently things weren’t working out between the paint and the wood, and they decided to go their separate ways. (Sorry kids, these things happen.)
I decided to help them make a clean break with the aid of the neighbors pressure washer.
That was a couple of weeks ago, actually, and it’s just un-American to have your front porch in this state all summer. Plus, you know, the bank. So I started out Saturday morning by scraping off all of the loose paint left behind by the pressure washer, then I used a triple-thick primer– which was essentially like painting on glue– to coat any bare wood.
By the end of the day Saturday I’d hit about 40% of the balusters, but made some impressive progress on the stairs.
My original hope had been that the paint on the top of the stairs and porch decking would be pretty easy to remove and that I could just stain the wood, similar to the back deck. I actually tried a couple of sections of paint stripper on the floor, and it was just not happening.
Given unlimited time I definitely could have gotten the paint off, but I’m under a deadline here. And, upon closer examination, there are quite a lot of warped and disintegrating floor boards and sections of railing. She’s sturdy enough to hang on for a few more years, but– as with many things on this house– there will need to be an overhaul sometime in the not-to-distant future.
So I took my grandmother’s advice and decided gray was the way to go. (White and gray are getting to be a bit of a theme around the house, and I’m kind of loving it.)
Here we are before:
And Sunday evening… 101 spindles later:
I had them take the color I’d matched to the exterior of the house and tint the porch floor paint at 50% of it, which keeps everything in the same range without being too matchy-matchy.
To wrap this project up I just need to finish some of the trim around the top of the inside and outside of the porch, and then paint the floor. And, just for the record, it took all of my willpower not to remove those very fancy trim pieces.
I don’t love them, and they aren’t even used consistently on every post, but it wasn’t the time. See that? Iron. Will.
I’m desperately hoping I’ll be able to finish this one up this week so that I can focus all of my energy next weekend on not falling off the roof of the donkey barn while I attempt to reshingle it. Hey, a girl’s gotta do…