I have never been so exhausted in my life. I can't believe we've been working on this project for a week now, 10 hours a day, and it's still not done. I flop into bed and wake up feeling just as tired. Who knew wielding a paintbrush was an Olympic sport.
Though we're getting there, only the kitchen left to paint and that should be "quickish". This I say because, despite the cabinets, it's all straight lines. Famous last words, eh? But I have to keep hope alive or I'll jump off the balcony.
Cause people? Houses built in 1912 have tons of detailing work, hours upon hours of detailing work. They were built by evil maniacs who lived to make life difficult for future generations of poor schmoes.
Sure they have character, but trust me, character is highly overrated when you're painting Character actually sucks - a lot - when you're painting. It's a time-consuming pain in the ass is what it is.
Houses built in 1912 also don't have a straight wall anywhere, but that's not such a big deal when painting, thank god.
I've learned things though, during this marathon painting session:
- I suck my top lip in and bite on it when concentrating. My teeth seem to be permanently imprinted into my inner lip. OUCH.
- It's not a good idea to lean your head on a just painted wall to keep steady in order to do detailing.
- Or your butt.
- When you're doing detailing with an artist brush 'cause anything else is too big, it's just pain in the ass detailing. People who are anal about details should not live in houses built in 1912. No they should not. You're obsessive about details stay the fuck away from houses built almost a century ago.
- It's an even worse idea to step into the paint tray. When it's full. That's just plain dumb. Or just plain Jazz.
- As Lime (I think it was) noted in the previous comments, there's a meditative quality to painting. Good thing too, otherwise I'd be in the psychiatric wing by now.
- I will always be the designated detailer.
- It will never be perfect.
- Those little colour cards? They lie. The colours are much more intense than what I was going for. I was going for sophisticated grown up, I got bright and colourful. I guess sophistication is just not in me - the dining room used to be salmon and orange. I guess, Mr. Jazz and I are wired for intense in the colour department. Since we're not really intense in other ways, I guess a bright dining room will do. It will have to do cause there is no way in hell I'm doing this again anytime soon.
- There will always be touch ups.