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It’s time to paint again, this time the living room, kitchen and dining area. Might take me awhile, but if I never start I’ll never finish.
The samples I’ll try: Park Avenue, Burnished Clay & Doeskin Gray. These are browns, by the way.
Have I told you how much I love little Behr sample pots? Yeah, well. We all gotta be somewhere. 😉
I’ve been pressure cleaning in the back…. well, along with getting stuck into Joanie’s List of Alternative viewing! Currently watching the Great Pottery Throwdown and love it! Never dabbled myself, but the people are so creative!
Anyhoo… here’s Badgy with her newly shaved rear end. Yes, I’m laughing. No, I haven’t completed the pressure cleaning. 😉
Maisy Grace, light shining on her, hunting. Just thought it was cool. And she’s been shaved as well. Hey, it’s hot here already… which is actually not the reason Badger’s pants were taken down. Heh.
Saw this on the net this morning and since it’s one of the few positive things I’ve seen in awhile, thought to share.
Praying you and yours are well.
Legend has it that I possess a little lamp, half borrowed from YsD when she found lodging with us many years ago.
The wood piece on the lamp -which belonged to YsD- was originally blue, but I could not reconcile the thing, since my contributed shade was burgundy.
I do not have considerable skill in DIY, unlike some… but decided to tackle the problem of the blue wood piece anyway. I painted it taupe, using the latex from the recent bedroom re-do. That was hideous, so then I ordered a little tube of silver (what was I thinking?) and it became pretty damn festive. If I thought the taupe was bad… ugh.
Then and only then did the thought occur to sand everything off down to the wood and stain it.
So I did. It took many days because I sanded it by hand. Well, not everything had come off; the blue had seeped into the wood and dyed it in places… and I was sick of sanding.
I thought the right stain would leave the wood looking almost nice. Well, I didn’t buy the right stain and I didn’t read the directions before tackling the project. Of course.
After four applications I couldn’t get it any darker, so I gave up. Something in me wants to strip it all down and try again, but not right now.
It actually looks okay at night when the light’s on, but when it’s not? Heh.
Now I’m thinking of papering the shade with old maps.
The good news is, I’ve been able to clean my kitchen counters off. 😉
Look at my pretty babies! Growing out of their makeshift pots like fledglings falling out of nests…
Rocks are so chaotic, don’t you think? Seen from the street they might give a uniform appearance, but up close, it’s like a stony holy war.
Okay, here’s the story, more silly than funny. I’m still painting. (And yes, still on the first room. Go ahead and laugh. We’ll talk when you’re 60.) Everything is done in the master bedroom except baseboards.
While the bed was pulled out last week I painted the baseboards in that area, which included caulking. Now… I’m a very neat painter, but caulk? It gets everywhere, as if I simply open the tube and start spraying it with childish abandon… AND, instead of putting gloves on, my hands were nekkid. Of course. Well, it didn’t take too long for my right hand to be completely covered in caulk. And it freaked me out; that stuff just doesn’t want to come off! If only my store had Lava, but I can’t find it around here.
Dawn and Bartender’s Helper proved useless, so I ran into the bathroom and found some face wash… the kind with little beads to help exfoliate dead skin. Ew. So I’m washing… and washing… and the stuff’s not budging! In fact, the damned beads had stuck to the caulk, so now it looks -and feels- like I’m wearing a beaded glove.
Acetone saved the day, but how surreal there for a minute…
I’m ashamed to admit that we’ve lived here for 15 years and for all that time the pantry has been a large crap closet. Really; there were no shelves inside when we moved in so we just threw a bunch of crap inside and shut the doors.
I had no real pantry. SO, we decided there should be one.
The nasty start. There were 2x2s on the walls to hold shelves, but those had to come off. And the doors that had been painted 17 times… gone!
This is the kind of crap I had to deal with; they’d never actually painted the primed cement.
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