I’m going through a little bit of painting withdrawal, I think. It’s been almost TWO WHOLE MONTHS since I’ve painted anything around here. Shocked? Me too. I’m pretty sure that’s a new record. (For me at least.) (For everyone else, that’s called “being normal.”)
During our weekly marathon phone date the other day, my friend Jess (who blogs over at Little Townhome Love) asked me what on earth could possibly still need painting in this house (since it does indeed seem like I’ve been painting since the day we moved in, like, two+ years ago.) Let’s just say I’m a methodical painter. I take my time.
In fact, my typical painting process looks a bit like this…
Day 1: Patch the walls and caulk every seam in the room. Time consuming? Yes. Annoying and messy? Omg, yes. But totally worth it? Yes.
Day 2: Prime. You know, since there’s nothing like watching mystery stains left by the previous home owners seep through your lovely new paint job. Yep. Love that.
Day 3: Paint ceiling. (Have I ever mentioned how much I hate painting ceilings? I do. I really really do.) Try to keep paint from flying everywhere and damaging hardwood.
Day 4: Paint ceiling again to cover up thin spots from previous day’s painting. Swear just a bit.
Day 5: Paint walls. Do an awkward little happy dance in celebration that wall-painting day has finally arrived!
Day 6: Paint walls again (since that whole one-coat-coverage concept never seems to work for me.)
Day 7: Admire how awesome walls look, then begin painting trim. Tape everything off first (since despite about a gazillion hours spent painting over the past few years, painting in a straight line is still very very hard.) Sigh and grumble about how much I hate painting trim.
Day 8: Slap a second coat of paint on trim. Grumble some more. But! Then remove all painters tape and squeal a happy little squeal of joy at the results. Jump up and down a bit. Have a celebratory glass of wine. Or two.
Day 9: Spend far too much time standing in the centre of newly painted room staring and admiring. Bring cats in and make them admire too. Find Sweetie and ask him multiple times if he thinks it looks nice. Pout just a little when he gets tired of exclaiming, for the gazillion-th time, that it looks awesome.
So yep, there – painting a room is about an eight day process for me. Which is probably longer than most people, but I’m a tad nit-picky and obsessive over things like caulking baseboards and trim seams to the wall and priming and those sorts of things. And, well, I can only paint on weekends (and only on those weekends on which we don’t already have other plans) so I work in little bursts. A weekend here… a weekend there… an entire room probably takes me about a month-ish (maybe a little more) to fully finish up (from ceiling to walls to trim – when I paint a room, I paint EVERYTHING.) (Woo! Go big or go home!) So while I may not be the fastest painter on the block, the job gets done. More or less correctly. Eventually.
This weekend I will pick up my beloved paint brush once again, and (FINALLY!) begin working on my bedroom (which I chatted a bit about HERE a while back.) I finished up Step 1 a long time ago (like, months ago) and my walls have been pleading with me for paint ever since (since now they’re all patchy and rather ugly. Which is pretty darn embarrassing if you’re a wall.)
Yep. By the end of the weekend all this will be covered up…
…in lovely Benjamin Moore Revere Pewter-ness. I can’t wait. :)
Jacob is pretty crazy excited too.
Irwin and Erik? Not so much.
Happy Friday!
