Teh fumes eated my brain
We closed on the house on the 10th. I tidied up all my personal projects prior to closing braced for it: nonstop painting.
Joe is working on fixing everything else that is wrong with the new house. My job is solely to paint our bedroom and my office. Oh, and their respective closets 'cuz Joe's smell like cat pee (need bleach, lots of bleach).
My mom would be proud of me, putting down drop cloths, scrambling up ladders, getting covered in white specs of primer. It took me all day to prime the bedroom. Even with the windows open and the fan on, the fumes get rough. Once you start priming, it's hard to find a stopping point to go eat, and I find myself falling over from time to time from low blood sugar. Joe brings me water to hydrate with, at least! Otherwise I'd dry up!
Joe is highly amused that I am also painting the ceilings. I know it's a lot of extra work, but everything in the house is beige with white trim because it was a rental. And I hate beige. A lot.
Knowing that a scruffy ceiling can completely destroy the effect of shiny fresh walls, I cannot leave them. Not even in the closets. Yes. I'm anal about these things. Painting those two rooms will be a total pain once we're moved in, so it's important that we do it right before we get the furniture in.
We don't have much cash left after closing, so we're not doing much renovating or updating. I'm glad we can do a little painting to spruce it up a bit! Because we probably won't have much for movers, we're hauling bits and pieces of things with us each time we drive over there to work. I plan to load my smart car Roxi up with books each night before work so I can drop them off on my way home. I have a lot of books. I hate having to move them all at once! But hopefully this way we can get it all down to just some random larger pieces and movers won't cost so much.
Lastly, Joe splurged and got me an ironing board that can fold into the wall. I've been wanting one forever! It has a mini-arm for ironing shirt cuffs, too. Now I'll be able to handle his dry cleaning, saving us even more money. Score! It'll pay for itself!
So yes. Painting. Painting all weekend.
Joe is working on fixing everything else that is wrong with the new house. My job is solely to paint our bedroom and my office. Oh, and their respective closets 'cuz Joe's smell like cat pee (need bleach, lots of bleach).
My mom would be proud of me, putting down drop cloths, scrambling up ladders, getting covered in white specs of primer. It took me all day to prime the bedroom. Even with the windows open and the fan on, the fumes get rough. Once you start priming, it's hard to find a stopping point to go eat, and I find myself falling over from time to time from low blood sugar. Joe brings me water to hydrate with, at least! Otherwise I'd dry up!
Joe is highly amused that I am also painting the ceilings. I know it's a lot of extra work, but everything in the house is beige with white trim because it was a rental. And I hate beige. A lot.
Knowing that a scruffy ceiling can completely destroy the effect of shiny fresh walls, I cannot leave them. Not even in the closets. Yes. I'm anal about these things. Painting those two rooms will be a total pain once we're moved in, so it's important that we do it right before we get the furniture in.
We don't have much cash left after closing, so we're not doing much renovating or updating. I'm glad we can do a little painting to spruce it up a bit! Because we probably won't have much for movers, we're hauling bits and pieces of things with us each time we drive over there to work. I plan to load my smart car Roxi up with books each night before work so I can drop them off on my way home. I have a lot of books. I hate having to move them all at once! But hopefully this way we can get it all down to just some random larger pieces and movers won't cost so much.
Lastly, Joe splurged and got me an ironing board that can fold into the wall. I've been wanting one forever! It has a mini-arm for ironing shirt cuffs, too. Now I'll be able to handle his dry cleaning, saving us even more money. Score! It'll pay for itself!
So yes. Painting. Painting all weekend.