C’est fait!

Finished! Done!

The painting of my entire domestic interior!

Well, not completely. Still a few small projects and touchups to do but nothing on the scale of full-on full-fledged painting requiring stepladder, drop cloth, steady hand with a trim brush and etc.

How rewarding!

And what a relief!

Anyone who’s painted all walls in a home know that the real work’s in the prep and the cleanup.

Also quite a lot of chaos is involved. Furniture out of place. Skirting around paint cans and trays and rollers, oh my!

Enhancing stress is the wait time. The time, that is, waiting for brushes and rollers to dry. Rather than buy a buncha roller covers and brushes for the five — yes, five! — colors, I worked with few supplies repeatedly, to keep costs down.

P.S. Wow does the cost of paint add up fast! And the square-footage coverage stated on the can? It’s generous. You WILL need more than is stated!

Anywho. Fortunately, I live in Arizona where it’s dry and the sun in its last vestiges of an Indian summer, hastening daily drying of supplies. More or less. A few times I resumed painting with a roller or brush, only to discover it was still wet around the edges. Ooops. A wet roller does not good painting make!

Point is, the drying turnaround time extended the process. And stress.

But it’s all behind me now! Furniture is back in its place. The floors are clean. Paint supplies are no longer strewn all over.

Best of all perhaps is the hideous curtain rods are off the walls!

By hideous, I mean … well, see prior post. They were mounted crookedly. Hanging by a thread. And in one case, attached to a wall not by rod brackets but BICYCLE WALL MOUNTS! Really. I’ve got the photos! I’ve got the evidence!

Nary is this the end to the mobile home beautification & repairs. Not by a long shot! All windows in the front room are going to be replaced around month’s end — according to the landlord.

Have heard not a peep so won’t believe it until I see it.

That’ll be a massive project since two walls in particular are virtually all-windows! And since it’s not rare to have our first snowfall around Halloween, well, we’ll see how it goes. Massive gaping holes in inclement weather might be in my future. 🙂

Then there’s still window treatments on now-naked windows to figure out. Just all depends on whether the landlord comes through or disappoints. We’ll see.

For now, the completion of the painting is a shining moment. Future tenants may or may not like the colors but one thing they CANNOT say is: “That tenant did a CRAPPY paint job!”

You can feeeeel the love and the caring in the painting! Every detail tended to with meticulousness. Full coverage on every wall AND ceiling!

Now there’s a challenge! Painting highly-textured ceilings! I’ve got pix. Another time.

There is no sloppiness here. No half-assed job. Even toward the end when I’d hit my wall and just wanted the painting to be over, I maintained my focus. Plowed forward. Did not sacrifice quality and details for fatigue.

And isn’t that the mark of a true crafter?

I am pleased with the results. (P.S. I’m not easily pleased — or impressed!)

This place is rid of its Ghetto Grunge / Grunge Ghetto.

The place looks beautiful. Stunningly so when compared to 1-1/2 months ago when I moved in!

It looks and, importantly, feels so much better. Soooo. Much. Better.

Rare that I give myself a round of applause for anything but this … this huge undertaking in home improvement … deserves one.

I painted the whole place entirely on my own. No help from anyone.

The crafting, including attention to detail, is spot-on. Even the lines of differing paint colors on ceilings and walls and between walls are very well done.

I’m satisfied with the quality of work and gratified. And I know the space is as well. It’s been a long time since it got mindful attention and care.

I’m sorry to say that neglect of homes (esp. rentals) is commonplace. On my watch, neglect ain’t gonna happen!

On the contrary, I’m a home healer. I go in and fix everything that bad tenants or tenants behaving badly brought into and left in a space. I should rent myself out! Because I’m very good at what I do — listening to spaces and helping heal what ails them through no fault of their own!!

(Like I’ve said a million times and will say a million times more: People. They ruin everything.)

Nothing more save this:

Job well done.

{and a well-earned pat on the back}

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Transformation From a Can.

Newfound truths. Don’t brush ’em off.

  • Actual paint looks much different than sample chips taped to your walls, on a computer screen or under fluorescent lights at Home Depot.
  • Some 80 percent of the work of painting lies in the prep and cleanup. The remaining 20 percent’s fun: Seeing the transformation from ugly walls into lovely.
  • No matter how much you rinse and run your fingers through the bristles of a brush, you’ll never get all the (water-based) paint out.
  • AND after repeated washings, the bristles WILL eventually dry into a rock-hard slab, rendering the brush useless save for slicing bread.
  • FrogTape is way way waaaaaaaay better than the ScotchBlue painter’s tape by 3M. Very rare that I’m in agreement with public consensus but, after having used both, I am.
  • Paintbrushes have their place. However, as a whole, the rollers provide better — more thorough — coverage. ESPECIALLY when there’s any texture to walls and/or ceiling. A roller — when used properly of course — significantly reduces work time compared to brushes. Which, again, have their place.
  • And the nap matters. Not only for kids. Thicker roller naps for texture. A must-do. Pay for the roller cover that’ll do the job right instead of trying to make do with a thin nap designed for flat surfaces. Truly, nap matters.

These are but some of what I’ve learned in these past several weeks of:

Home Beautification & Repairs

I could not recount the many many miles journeyed this past 1-1/2 months in the new place. I dare not even attempt it!

I’ve been working ALL OF THE TIME.

When I’m not working at one of my two PT jobs (courtesy of Obama’s socialism of America, where FT is now as rare as appearances by the Loch Ness monster), I’m working at home.

Note: Not my home, a rental.

No exaggeration to say that I’m doing something constructive – productive – instructive – from the moment I rise to the moment my All-Work-No-Play-Makes-Jack-A-Dull-Boy self lays head on pillow.

Hell, I haven’t even sat down with the morning coffee to write in my journal or blog — my preferred, nee necessary — morning ritual — for quite a while.

Instead, I’ve poured the java and gone straight to work. First in the home. Then to a job. Then after the job, back home to work more. Not infrequently into the wee hours of 1 or 2 a.m.

A Boss to Forget But Words to Remember

Years ago I had a boss who was lame as a manager. Lance his name was. He really shouldn’t have been a manager but as anyone who’s attentive to life’s teachings learns, that’s most often the case.

Anyhow, it was a Lame Crap Job — menial work for menial pay — amazing how little has changed in 10 years! — and one day he remarked on an observation that I’ve always remembered. “You’re a work machine.”

Granted, it’s not really flattering. Not in the humanist sense. But it is very very very true. When I’m in Work Mode, I AM just like that machine.

I get things done.

I do things well. Supremely so.

I don’t fuck around.

I’m focused. Intensely so.

I’m not easily distracted. I’m single-minded. I know what needs to get done and I do it. No questions asked.

 

When things need to be done, I am the girl.

Workhorses Never Die

They just collapse. Then rise again.

Such as it has been at home. This space, when I moved in 1-1/2 months ago, was Grunge Ghetto. For more reasons than I could possibly list. Or want to.

Just take my word for it. It was bad. In disrepair. Neglect. And disrespect by prior tenants and, to a certain extent, the landlord who’s too lenient with conditions of things.

Not a TV Infomercial

Paint. The Miracle Cure.

Not entirely but not far off either.

Paint can’t fix a leaking pipe. Or old drafty windows and rotted frames — and don’t me started on that topic! (A LOT to be said about the shitty windows here!)

Neither can paint erase bad things that’ve happened in a space. Like trauma, abuse, violence, unpeaceful deaths and so on.

Paint CAN, however, restore life to a space. Heal, to a certain degree, some of the … darknesses from previous residents … darknesses a space has suffered or endured under human behaviors.

I am officially two walls away from being done painting an ENTIRE mobile home (interior) on my own.

Two walls!

Was 10 when I began.

Joy! Ode to joy, the completion now in view!

Paint With Purpose

So much, so very much more, I could write about my Paint Project. The various colors. How they were chosen — beyond the dozens of Home Depot paint chips taped to walls! WHY they were chosen. The purpose of the colors in each specific room.

But then, day would turn into night into day into night ad infinitum.

So, simply:

My massive paint job’s almost finished! It’ll be by week’s end.

(Much more beautification & repairs remain but the most labor-intensive and time-consuming project will be completed — yey!)

And truly truly truly, I cannot overemphasize this!

If there’s ONE takeaway, one tiny but truly valuable tidbit of information gleaned from this experience and so worth passing on, it is this:

FrogTape Painter’s Tape absolutely is superior to Scotch BlueTape.  Costs a little more but is. worth. every. extra. penny.

It unrolls better.

It tears better.

Adheres better.

Removes better.

 

It produces lines that are noticeably crisper, cleaner and straighter.

Sorry, ScotchBlue. I tell it like it is. Your quality makes us painters blue. Green FrogTape makes us — dare I say it, yes I dare — jump for joy.

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