So writing about painting is about as much fun as reading about it or watching it dry, so instead I am going to tell you about the things that happen after inhaling too many fumes.
Sunday- While painting the ceiling in the winter room white I lost my roller. As in I was rolling white paint onto the ceiling and all of a sudden I could not see where the roller was at, but I was still holding on to the extender arm… it just like- disappeared.
(11/19) Monday I was painting the ceiling in the dining room, using Uncle Larry’s technique. So I was rolling paint onto the ceiling and I must have gotten turned around because when I looked back down I was facing a different direction than what I was expecting. This was actually quite freaky. I also got the surprise that the primer was significantly darker than the paint. (see above)
My painting skills do not improve after a beer or two, and it is not that my edging gets worse. It is actually the rolling that needs touch up later.
After a full day of painting, Les stumbled down the stairs. Luckily it was the stairs to the basement which are fewer and didn’t have wet paint on the walls.
Washing out the rollers with the orange paint (see page 3 and 4) looked like the murder scene if a pumpkin.
But for what you really want to see, some before and after pictures (with various stages of the before)
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