You know how sometimes you go to blogs or turn on the TV and you see a gorgeous and completely finished before and after? Yeah. That’s not what this is. This is the chaos in the middle…
Where the old, and apparently purple, trim is still showing through the white paint:
Where the ceiling isn’t cut in (or even completely patched):
Where I haven’t even started priming the trim on those thousand foot tall windows:
It’s not a lot of progress but you won’t hear me complaining about the slow but steady exorcism of pink from this house.
I predict that there will be at least a few more days where I show up to work with caulk in my hair before this job is done, but hey, that’s normal. After a couple of false starts with paint color I went with Benjamin Moore’s November Rain on the walls and just your standard white paint on the trim. Well, at the moment it’s ultra-white paint but I think I’m going to tone it down a bit for the final coat.
There are also 15 holes in the ceiling of this room (improper radiator winterization rears it’s ugly head) that are in various states of being patched. Something that would normally be smart to do before you start painting the walls, but I gave myself leave to do things out-of-order on this room, because you know what? Sometimes it just feels good to paint something.
In other rather-unimpressive-but-still-feels good progress, I finally managed to locate both the envelops and the stamps and decided to celebrate that milestone in the unpacking and bill-paying process by doing a little dance and then dragging my old farmhouse table into the kitchen to set up a temporary work space.
At first I was all, “Really? There are fifteen rooms in the house and the only one you live in is the kitchen?” But I just can’t tear myself away from this view…
And really… why should I have to?
Now that I’ve got a sink that drains, a boiler that (cross-my-fingers) isn’t locking out every five minutes, and two solid weeks to get my feet back under me, I’m hoping that progress will start to look more impressive.