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… in my adult years I should say (years after 30). I had some pretty bad ones in my youth. Okay, this one is really tame, but still. Spring cleaning has begun and I started with painting my bathroom. It was looking so dingy. Oh God, if ever there was a more miserable, tedious way to pass the precious few hours we have in life–I’ve painted plenty of rooms in my day, but I’d forgotten what it’s like.
The main thing is I couldn’t reach everywhere and the room is so small the ladder only fit inside in one way, so to get all the other spots that needed to be painted, I had to teeter on boxes (filled with all my Duke research) and stretch and strain and push, and one coat looked like hell so I had to do that all TWICE.
Oh God, this post is not capturing the horror. Oh and the off-white color I selected looks too yellow-y on the walls. The one good thing is the pretty new sparkly looking shower curtain I put up afterwards.
Ah c’mon-painting is fun !!!!
that is, when one can get someone else to do it:-)
Hopefully there will be no next time but I have successfully used a roller on the end of an extendible pole to paint the stairwell which also would not take a ladder. For the part where the wall meets the ceiling, I got a little gizmo at the paint store that also fits on the pole. It was a little pad with tiny wheels on it and I may never use a paint brush again to cut in at the ceiling, it worked so well.
I had that extender pole!! But it was so unwieldy. Still, it made the job more do-able. I wish I had had that pad thing, because it was that part of getting the place where the walls meet painted, the part the roller can’t reach, that made it such a nightmare.
I’d say “next time” but there will be no next time. Like David said, it will be fun when I have someone else do it.