Family Room Renovations - II

I must start this entry with an apology to all of my daily readers. I have not been updating as regularly as usual due to the renovations that I have mentioned previously. After I paint, then shower, then go about whatever the rest of my daily routine might entail, I just don't feel up to writing about it! This entry may be brief as well, as my eyes are starting to droop!

While priming, I felt the need to make my feelings perfectly clear.
Since we are not taking out the wood paneling, I had to fill in all the cracks with the primer. I don't mean to make any of this blog sound like I am complaining, because I realize that this is work that needs to be done. Nevertheless, I refuse to follow the school of thought which preaches that I have to have a smile on my face, and whistle while I work. I wasn't whistling, I was singing along with Kristen Chenoweth's Christmas album.

Here Mom takes care of the windows (ignore the splotches on the glass!) . . .

. . . while Dad tackles the ceiling.

That was Monday.

Tuesday we began with the paint. Instead of a white that will fade to a dirty cream, the ceiling is now a colour called Goat Cheese. I like my feta a little whiter, but I don't name the paint.

Mom is at the windows again, this time with the colour Worn Boots. I think the last pair of boots that I had in my possession were a pair of blue snow boots, and this colour is quite different. Again, you can see where I've been - all of the cracks along the wood paneling and corners.

Dad is taking a break. Don't think he's slacking, he just finished the ceiling. I know from partially priming it how difficult it can be! The tiles soak up paint very quickly, and getting the paint inside the cracks evenly is not easy at all - seeing as I could only do about a sixth of it before I had to quit because my neck was cramping!

I don't remember the name of the last colour that will be going between the paneling and the ceiling, but I'll look it up for you. I do however remember that it was also another ridiculous name. This makes me wonder how much the people that think up these names get paid, and whether or not I should send in my resume. A quick note about the floor - now that some of the paint is on, it looks worse than ever! Not even the paint splotches that I've dripped improve upon it. Hmm? What's that? Oh, don't kid yourself. Of course I slop. I drip paint on the floor, my clothes get covered, and I get it in my hair. Don't you want to hire me to renovate your house?