Painting, painting and more painting is going on within (and on) the walls of our modest home. We started almost two weeks ago and have yet to complete the job. Meanwhile, life goes on outside the walls of our home, and has kept us busy as well.
Since we first "took" to our brushes, John has left for and returned from a mission trip to Costa Rica, Anne and Jed have left for and returned from Alli and Luke's wedding, we have gone to a funeral for a beloved gentleman, we have celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary, attended a silent auction and church picninc, and I have
completed the library decorations for the SRC (more on that later).
The good parts about painting? You have time to think and process while holding a brush. You can converse with a fellow painter about nothing and everything. You can see the transformation of color with day and night, and see how the paint in the can does NOT seem the same once on the wall. You can clean cobwebs behind furniture that may or may not have been there for twelve years. You can pretend you are doing step aerobics on the ladder up and down, cancelling the need to go to the fitness center.
The bad parts about painting? It's kinda tedius and repetetive. It makes body parts tired. It makes you feel old. One has to be the spouse with the roller (the GOOD job) and one gets stuck with the little paintbrush going around the window frames, the door frames, the top and the bottom of the walls (the BAD job - and somehow mine). Drips and spills. Cleaning gooky paintbrushes.
Unfortunately, we are not yet done. Fortunately, we are liking the results and are able-bodied THIS TIME. In twelve more years, we're going to hire out the job, leave town, come back and see it all done, and smile.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Painting On
Painting, painting and more painting is going on within (and on) the walls of our modest home. We started almost two weeks ago and have yet to complete the job. Meanwhile, life goes on outside the walls of our home, and has kept us busy as well.
Since we first "took" to our brushes, John has left for and returned from a mission trip to Costa Rica, Anne and Jed have left for and returned from Alli and Luke's wedding, we have gone to a funeral for a beloved gentleman, we have celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary, attended a silent auction and church picninc, and I have
completed the library decorations for the SRC (more on that later).
The good parts about painting? You have time to think and process while holding a brush. You can converse with a fellow painter about nothing and everything. You can see the transformation of color with day and night, and see how the paint in the can does NOT seem the same once on the wall. You can clean cobwebs behind furniture that may or may not have been there for twelve years. You can pretend you are doing step aerobics on the ladder up and down, cancelling the need to go to the fitness center.
The bad parts about painting? It's kinda tedius and repetetive. It makes body parts tired. It makes you feel old. One has to be the spouse with the roller (the GOOD job) and one gets stuck with the little paintbrush going around the window frames, the door frames, the top and the bottom of the walls (the BAD job - and somehow mine). Drips and spills. Cleaning gooky paintbrushes.
Unfortunately, we are not yet done. Fortunately, we are liking the results and are able-bodied THIS TIME. In twelve more years, we're going to hire out the job, leave town, come back and see it all done, and smile.
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3 comments:
oh, how this brought back memories of last summer, when steve and i had just gotten married and decided that a fresh coat of paint was desperately needed to make our living room feel more homey. it is a miracle we are still married. having determined that painting together again would put our marriage on the rocks, we decided to hire out our dining room paint job and were thrilled with the fact that we were able to leave for work in the morning and come back home at night with a renovated room! hope you're thrilled with the results when all is said and done. :)
I can't paint to save my life.
Jeff can but rarely has time. He painted our bathroom and also Maddy's room.
My mom came over and painted Henry's room.
The rest of the house, sadly, was hired out.
I think I'd like it if it didn't look so bad when I do it. I must have missed the painting lessons along the way. Oy!
But I bet if you and Wes are good painters that its great to connect and chat and just laugh together.
I bet you and Dad will be glad to be done soon! I am so proud of both of you for taking this on yourselves. I do agree that in 12 years, your best bet will be to hire out, considering especially how young you will both be in that time. I can't wait to see all of your hard work in person!
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