house: progress
katallison is my own personal Hero of the Revolution.
She drove out yesterday and we spent most of the day scraping and peeling red paint off kitchen cabinets. (Should you ever need to strip latex paint off an oil paint base, the secret is to sponge down the latex paint, cover it with - I am not making this up - duct tape, leave it for 15-20 minutes, during which time you can be taping more paint, and then rip it up, at which point it'll take most of the paint with it.) Then we went out for beer (well, root beer, in my case) and burgers. Then we went back to the house, where we stayed until well past 11pm, sanding down the cabinets and spot priming with Kilz (my new slogan for which is Magic In A Can).
This morning we went to the diner and had ginormous breakfasts (and Kat seemed pleased with the coffee, which was a great relief to me as I don't drink it and couldn't vouch for it), primed all the cabinets, went to the hardware store to buy paint - possibly the last paint I will buy, since the kitchen's the last room I'm working on. By the time we got back and got organized, the primer was dry (seriously, people: Magic In A Can), and Kat painted the insides of the cabinets green while I painted the outsides white, and by the time we were done the kitchen already looked 500% better - and it's only one-third done. So she's gone home on a note of success and accomplishment, and seriously, without her help I would be curled up on my bed and whimpering, and the cabinets wouldn't even be primed yet.
Once I hit "post" on this entry, I'm heading back over to get the rest of the red paint off the doorframes and baseboards, and (with luck) get those primed and the ceiling painted this evening, because if I can get those things done I could paint the rest of the woodwork tomorrow morning and the walls tomorrow afternoon and then the kitchen would pretty much be ready for Tuesday's move (well, except the cabinet doors and drawers, but at this point those don't even count).
And I'm trying not to freak out about the packing thing. As long as the furniture and the bulk of the boxes get moved on Tuesday, I've got the rest of the week to sort out odds and ends. So: this is me, not panicking.
ETA: Kat has posted her perspective on the weekend.
She drove out yesterday and we spent most of the day scraping and peeling red paint off kitchen cabinets. (Should you ever need to strip latex paint off an oil paint base, the secret is to sponge down the latex paint, cover it with - I am not making this up - duct tape, leave it for 15-20 minutes, during which time you can be taping more paint, and then rip it up, at which point it'll take most of the paint with it.) Then we went out for beer (well, root beer, in my case) and burgers. Then we went back to the house, where we stayed until well past 11pm, sanding down the cabinets and spot priming with Kilz (my new slogan for which is Magic In A Can).
This morning we went to the diner and had ginormous breakfasts (and Kat seemed pleased with the coffee, which was a great relief to me as I don't drink it and couldn't vouch for it), primed all the cabinets, went to the hardware store to buy paint - possibly the last paint I will buy, since the kitchen's the last room I'm working on. By the time we got back and got organized, the primer was dry (seriously, people: Magic In A Can), and Kat painted the insides of the cabinets green while I painted the outsides white, and by the time we were done the kitchen already looked 500% better - and it's only one-third done. So she's gone home on a note of success and accomplishment, and seriously, without her help I would be curled up on my bed and whimpering, and the cabinets wouldn't even be primed yet.
Once I hit "post" on this entry, I'm heading back over to get the rest of the red paint off the doorframes and baseboards, and (with luck) get those primed and the ceiling painted this evening, because if I can get those things done I could paint the rest of the woodwork tomorrow morning and the walls tomorrow afternoon and then the kitchen would pretty much be ready for Tuesday's move (well, except the cabinet doors and drawers, but at this point those don't even count).
And I'm trying not to freak out about the packing thing. As long as the furniture and the bulk of the boxes get moved on Tuesday, I've got the rest of the week to sort out odds and ends. So: this is me, not panicking.
ETA: Kat has posted her perspective on the weekend.