I spent 2.5 hours this morning priming 3/4 of Fynn’s room, which used to be hot pink. Not glamorous hot pink. 1 coat of hot pink that my brother, painter turned electrician, had to be coerced under pressure into painting and lectured me the entire time into why painting her walls hot pink was a bad idea. Having only bought 1 can of primer and having 1/4 of the room to finish priming and realizing that it will take two coats of primer to cover 1 coat of hot pink with only 1/2 can of primer left, I can see his point. It is going to take me a couple of hours of painting over the next 3 or 4 days and a trip to the hardward store for a 2nd can of primer to finish her room.
Does the work never end?
February 28, 2007 at 1:10 pm
Perhaps you should be like my mom and tell me that walls are meant to stay white? :) Okay, my mom never said that, but it never even occurred to me to ask my mom to have paint on my walls as a kid. The only reason there’s any paint on the walls in my house is because Hay painted them.
March 2, 2007 at 9:04 pm
i have a love/hate relationship with painting. i love that it makes such a big difference for so little expense and effort. i hate that the effort is so much bigger than you expect it to be. i’m really not a fan of effort…
i like lazy. i like the experience of the result and not so much the fulfillment of the effort..
call me crazy…