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Actual Paint on the Walls

It’s Monday morning – drinking coffee, eating yogurt and granola and catching up on some Fresh Air episodes.  (I have today off – “Spring Holiday”)  Currently listening to Mike and Mel White interview.

Saturday was spent applying actual paint to the walls.  Behr’s Ultra White Flat Enamel.  I thought about going with “Polar Bear” or “Popcorn,” but the line was long at the paint counter so I took a tip from a friend and just went off the shelf.  First I had to tape off all the trim.  There are three windows, 1 doorway, 2 actual doors, baseboards and ceiling trim in this little room. That’s a lot of blue tape.  I got one full coat up on Saturday, unfortunately, it needed two.  (I probably should have done two coats of primer, but I was sick of primer.  And the paint smells better than Killz).

The room after one coat:

dsc01338Saturday’s music = Grande Solid Gold Oldies.  I heard this little gem, which I’d never heard before – Sandy Posey’s Single Girl. Nothing like the lyric “I gotta make my own way, there’s rent I gotta pay / I need a night-time love to get me through the day,” to make this single girl feel GREAT about staying up late on a Saturday painting her apartment, by herself.

On Easter Sunday the second coat was put up, with barely any paint to spare.  So lesson learned, definitely two coats of primer in the next room.  Primer is cheaper than paint.  I’m a bit of a perfectionist – not that I do things perfectly, but I notice when things aren’t perfect.  There are still a few spots that could use a touch-up.  I’m trying to remember that once curtains are up and furniture is arranged, the imperfections will not stand out.  And speaking of imperfect, the walls themselves are a mess.  They are not made of drywall, but fake-wood paneling that has been painted god knows how many times.  They are also seriously warped.  Makes it very difficult to paint evenly with a roller.  Also makes my imagination go wild thinking about crazy, and scary, substances that could be growing under there.  I mean, one of the walls bows out so much it is as if it is pregnant.  Mold, enormous Texas roaches and extraterrestrial fetuses are all options.

No work was done Sunday night thanks to a DELICIOUS and decadent Easter dinner courtesy of Anne.  I couldn’t stop staring at her painted ceilings.  I’m trying to ignore the fact that my asbestos-tiled ceiling no longer looks white next to the white walls.

Today the trim and doors get a second coat of Killz and a first coat of Hi-Gloss Ultra White.  Haven’t decided on music yet.  Yesterday was my iTunes on shuffle.  Grande should pay me to make them a music station.  I can’t be the only one that likes a combo of Dr. Hook, R. Kelly, Panda Bear, Charlie Pride, Sleater-Kinney, Curtis Mayfield and Styx, can I?


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Finally, A Paint Brush Was Used

Well, today I got home from work and promptly started priming.  Got most of the trim done, including windows, some of the front door (which is a mess) and some of the walls.  I only worked for two hours.  Once I finished up the first pour of paint in the paint tray, I decided to call it quits.  Time to sit down and fully enjoy a glass of wine.  I’m drinking white today and it kept getting warm ’cause I was working so intently I’d forget to take a sip.  That’s how hardcore I am.

I definitely decided to forgo stripping the trim.  I might try that step once I get to the kitchen cabinets (which will be orange) and the bathroom trim, which is a real disaster.  But for now, I’m priming right over all that crap.  I must say, it’s pretty exciting to see white on the walls.  Looking cleaner already.

As a side note, it’s difficult to paint with a 60-plus lb. dog in the house.  I don’t have a fenced yard, so when I’m inside, Angus is inside.  And when I’m home he wants to be with me.  And as I mentioned previously, he sheds like no other dog I’ve ever met.  He ever so sweetly tried to make himself as small as possible and promptly curled up against a newly painted baseboard.  Aye aye aye.

Anyway, here are before pictures. (No in progress pictures yet, it’s not that exciting).


This is the front room, currently the living room.  I should have fixed that couch cushion before taking this picture.  The old radio you see is soon to go bye-bye.  I love it, but it takes up a lot of room and won’t really fit into the new scheme.  Plus, it technically belongs to an old boyfriend, who keeps saying he’ll come and get it but doesn’t.  I think you get an idea of the putty color.  If you look closely you can see Angus lying on the front porch.

dsc01281To the right, is the wall directly opposite the front door.  The east wall, if you will.  That bookcase also belongs to the fore-mentioned boyfriend and will be going away.  It’s already been moved to the garage.  On the wall is an AMAZING Sterling Allen drawing which I snagged at a silent auction at Okay Mountain.  It was very competitive bidding, and by far the most I’ve ever spent on art.  But I love it.  And I love buying friends’ artwork.  Also pictured is a great bent wood chair, that has some slight veneer damage, but it’s in the parts you can’t see.  Got it for $8.00 at Thrift Town. Or maybe Thrift World? Or Thrift Land?  One of those shops on Stassney.  That door leads to a closet that I haven’t opened in a very long time.  I’m a bit afraid to.


This is the wall, opposite the couch, which would make it the north wall.  A very disorganized bookcase, which will eventually be primed and painted, I think.  Gotta find a better place for my Frankenstein of a stereo, and all those records.  I won’t get rid of them though.  I love those records.  That tv is never used, because the good cable is in the back room.  The tv will be going to Goodwill soon too.  A garage sale is more than I can cope with. Some of those books and those old VHS tapes are going too.  You’ll also notice the hardwoods are in VERY rough shape.  This would be because they were stained by my landlady, but not sealed or varnished properly.  And as I mentioned before, I have a 60 plus pound dog.

Here’s a picture of him, just for fun.


That’s all I’ve got for tonight.  Seems like more than enough.  My friend Chad is real good at short snappy posts.  Check him out at baldmanmodpad.  Me, I’m wordy.  And a bit of a blowhard.

One last tidbit.  In his twenties, Eddie Grant had to retire to his home studio after a heart attack.  I learned this from the cable music channel I was listening to while painting – it was called party hits. Seemed like it would be fun to paint to.  Not so much.  My idea of a party is different than Grande’s.  After one too many Paula Abdul and Gloria Estefan ditties, I went to the back to change the channel.  But as I did so, Electric Avenue came on, and I learned something new.

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