We moved from Southern California to our house here in Coarsegold, in July 2014. Wow. It’s hard to believe it’s been 2 years!
While we loved the floor plan of the house, we knew there would be a lot of changes we would make once we took ownership of the house. Just one of those changes would be repainting most of the rooms. The previous owners loved blue. A bright sky blue. Six rooms were painted blue, even the ceilings were painted blue.
I am not a “blue” person. I am especially not a blue-ceiling person. We’ve tackled one room at a time, and this week was THE week to tackle one of the downstairs bathrooms.
Yesterday my husband and I trotted over to the local hardware store to pick up some paint. We bought a ceiling paint that included a primer. This was our best bet to limit the number of coats needed for white paint to cover blue paint.
I am the painter in our family. My husband does the laundry, grocery shopping, and dishes every evening. I would say it’s a fair trade. 🙂
So this morning I laid down some newspaper to protect the floor, and got out my paint-can opener, handy stir stick, and my cover-it-all-in-one-coat paint. I opened the can, and I saw…. PINK PAINT.
Now the clerk yesterday did seem a little confused. We were ordering multiple cans of paint, some different colors. But definitely no pink. The clerk repeated the order 3 times before he got it correct. And now my mind raced… “Did he put PINK in my white ceiling paint?”
I looked at the can to see if he had added a little label to the top of the can. You know… those labels they add to tell you what tint has been added to the paint. There was no label, so I looked at the can label itself. I was relieved to see that this paint is “smart paint.” It goes on pink, but dries to white. Wonderful! That will make it easier to see where I am painting – and I didn’t have to go back to the paint store.
So I started.
THREE coats of paint later, I had a sore neck (from looking up), sore shoulders (from holding the paint brush over my head), and a sore lower back (from bending back to look up at the ceiling).
I do, however, now have a nice white ceiling.
Tomorrow I will tackle the blue walls.
So why am I telling you this? I’m making myself accountable. It’s easy to put things off and say…. I can do it tomorrow… or next week. What’s the rush? I certainly haven’t rushed into painting this room, have I? So I am giving myself a week. One week to get this bathroom all done. And if I don’t say it out loud, or write it down… I’m simply afraid it won’t happen.