All I’m saying is that I’m pretty sure in the last three months I’ve developed an allergic reaction to hunter green.
So it was well worth the hours on a Wednesday evening to scrape down the entire porch…
And then spend more hours sweeping, vacuuming, and wiping down the floor. (Which is suspiciously like cleaning, by the way, and we all know how excited I get about that.)
Just so I could roll on a coat of not-hunter-green.
It took me a while to come around to the idea that the porch floor wouldn’t be refinished wood, but I actually love it gray.
It needs a second coat of paint and to be cut in around the house and railing, but hey, look! I can walk out the front door without breaking into hives now. (Although that glass block doorindo does make my left eye threaten to twitch.)
Of course I’m itching to drop everything and build a porch swing immediately, but the bank list will make that impossible before September…
I may be able to find time to throw down a rug and move my new-old patio table out here sometime soon, but even if it means sitting indian-style in the middle of this bare wood floor, after this weekend you can expect to find me out here every single morning for the rest of eternity, eating breakfast to the sunrise.
If I haven’t mentioned it yet… yes, it’s a mind-boggling amount of work, but it doesn’t matter. I really really love this house.