I’ve been painting pretty much all day. Six hours at least. And I haven’t even finished the first coat of the short side of the house!
I started off by finishing the top right hand corner of the mud room under the porch where I had to stop when it started raining the other day, then moved along painting the whole south side of the house.
I filled my paint bucket 3 times, telling myself that when I finished the 3rd refill I’d quit for the day. I really thought I’d have it all done by the time I finished the 3rd bucket. I only took one quick break to have some chocolate when I realised how hungry I was and found there was nothing I could have a quick snack of in the fridge. I forgot about the twiggy salami sticks. I just had those now.
I was sure I’d finish the whole side within my 3 bucklet limit, but as it turns out I didn’t. I was THIS close!
But by the time I got to the end of the paint in my little bucket I was absolutely buggered. My arm is killing me, I have callouses on my middle finger where I rest the brush and my legs are sore me from balancing precariously on the ladder.
I need a higher ladder…
I don’t mind the actual work. I quite like painting. Plus I had Jeffrey Deaver and Lincoln Rhyme to keep me company as I painted (audio books have saved me on many occasions!) But man, the time!
I guess using a 2in brush doesn’t help.
(I tried using a bigger brush, 3in, but the weight of it was harder to handle with my sore arm.)
So, what do you think? The colour is strangely lighter than the sample I’d painted on the walls inside and outside the mudroom to live with for the last year to be sure its what I wanted for the house. Perhaps it will darken with the 2nd coat. Still, I think its ok.
Later on I might consider painting the small timber shed you can see behind the house and the garage a darker shade of this grey.
I wish the roof was dark grey, not that blue. But what can you do? I ain’t getting up there to paint that!