Once I got the stuff down from the loft I had to start. I like painting, once I get going. To get going, however, involves a lot of preparation. The Hub insists that if his wife is going to do the job, she’s going to do it properly. He’s good like that. He always makes sure I have good equipment, and even bought me a special paint roller cleaning thingy that is my personal Kryptonite because I am feeble in the face of it but it really does clear the roller of all excess paint. He’s so thoughtful. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Hire a decorator, maybe?
The operation went like this:
- Preparation: 3.5 hours
- Painting: 2 hours
- Clean Up: 3.5 hours
The first 3.5 hours does involve a lot of, ‘Spud, will you pleeeeease get off the PS3 and into the loft for my paint gear?’ and the second 3.5 hours included a 2-hour bath and a one-hour drying-off period, and the nine hours were spread over a month, but you can still see I was busy the whole day, can’t you?
As requested, here is a photo of the newly painted ceiling:
Isn’t it lovely? A thing of beauty is a joy forever; in this case, that’s probably true: I’m not painting it again; my backthighsshoulderslegsarmswristshandshead is aching. One coat will do. Which reminds me: I learned a few things yesterday.
- The ratio of paint to hair is roughly equivalent to the ratio of paint to brush, because
- What goes up tends to come down again
- Ladders are evil
- Always use the ladder without the missing foot
- And the ladder that lets you reach the far corner
- If you must paint in your pyjamas (and I must; I don’t know why), don’t use your favourites unless you don’t intend wearing them again
- You can remove the light bulbs or see what you’re doing; you can’t do both
- Fortunately, emulsion can be wiped off wallpaper
- Fortunately, wet emulsion can be wiped off wallpaper
- Don’t put off wiping now instead of leaving it for later
- Unfortunately, dry emulsion cannot be wiped off wallpaper
It was hard work but there is the reward of a job well done, which was the satisfaction of a job done. The whole of my downstairs has been decorated in the last twelve months. Such a good feeling. Apart from one piece of skirting board. I also have to paint the skirting board up the stairs and the bannister on the stair-side. That’s a job for next week. First, I have to buy some new pyjamas.