[Que the dramatic music as we pick up where we left off yesterday...]
Why is it that I always, ALWAYS, think that painting is a small project?
“Oh I’ll just throw some paint on there and it’ll be done in no time at all!” are typically the words preceding my demise. Sigh.
I forget about the #@$&* sanding, the cleaning, the @*$& priming and finally, the several coats of *BLEEPING* paint.
But usually the end-product makes it all worth it. Usually. This time I wasn’t so sure…
I usually don’t tape anything off when I paint. (You can send emails explaining how stupid that is to Carin. I don’t need to hear about it.) But this project required some tape or else the wall and brick were going to be a MESS. I reluctantly taped the wall and brick off while I spit out more swear words left and right. (FYI: The kids were at school, besides I think they taught most of them to me.)
[Insert more curse words here.]
Not good. Not good. AT ALL.
And here it is with all three coats, and all decorated, of course:
I feel obligated to remind you of the before:
HOLY *BLEEEP*! I don’t think there is any comparison AT ALL.
I’m so glad I thought of whitewashing the brick first because I think that really helped the overall look.
I love it but I am SO glad that project is over. Now I can put an end to all those horrible curse words.
Although such a pretty mantel makes me think that now I might need all new furniture.
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