I had very lofty ambitions tonight of painting the back bedroom. I need an office, and that's as good a place as any to put it. The problem is that the back bedroom has horrible lighting, unfinished wood panelling, awful hand-made "crown molding" (think pine trim on the top with hand sawed half moons in a pattern underneath). At the very least, it needs a coat of paint, some light, and some general sprucing up before I feel like I might desire to spend hours upon hours in there.
I thought for sure I could tear down the molding and put up primer tonight. "Yes!" I thought to myself, "Finally, something that I can accomplish in one go."
Not so. Upon taking out the molding, I discovered 60 years of dirt, dust, and cobwebs (and, I may have found a couple of cocoons, but I'm telling myself they were merely accumulated dust balls). So the need to physically clean the walls became quite clear. And that's basically where my story - along with my night - ends.
I've never cleaned so many damn walls and ceilings in my life as I have in this house. My hands are shrivelled and have adopted a sandpaper-like consistency. I'm covered in cobwebs and smell like Pine-Sol. (I figure it was only appropriate to use Pine-Sol in wood paneled walls... right?) I petered out before I got to scrubbing the ceiling, as close inspection revealed that cobwebs have also accumulated on that surface. Soooo. Maybe I can get a coat of paint on those walls by the end of the weekend. Maybe. In the meantime, I'm thinking I can probably shave my legs with my bare hands, that's how rough they are.
I thought for sure I could tear down the molding and put up primer tonight. "Yes!" I thought to myself, "Finally, something that I can accomplish in one go."
Not so. Upon taking out the molding, I discovered 60 years of dirt, dust, and cobwebs (and, I may have found a couple of cocoons, but I'm telling myself they were merely accumulated dust balls). So the need to physically clean the walls became quite clear. And that's basically where my story - along with my night - ends.
I've never cleaned so many damn walls and ceilings in my life as I have in this house. My hands are shrivelled and have adopted a sandpaper-like consistency. I'm covered in cobwebs and smell like Pine-Sol. (I figure it was only appropriate to use Pine-Sol in wood paneled walls... right?) I petered out before I got to scrubbing the ceiling, as close inspection revealed that cobwebs have also accumulated on that surface. Soooo. Maybe I can get a coat of paint on those walls by the end of the weekend. Maybe. In the meantime, I'm thinking I can probably shave my legs with my bare hands, that's how rough they are.
