For the last five months (how sad) I've been painting the basement. Remember how it was an
Extreme Home Makeover Miracle when the sheet rock was done in three days? That was awesome.
I painted on the primer (with a few hours of help from Katy and my Mom) in mostly dimness so I couldn't really tell where I'd been. After finishing all the walls in the family room one Saturday, I decided I was "on the roll" (as one of my crazy missionary companions used to put it) and I started on the ceiling. After rolling a tiny section, I realized that paint was raining down on my head and that the motion really hurt my back. I put down the roller and started to cry. Then I took a bath. That began one of my many vacations from painting during the last five months.
The thought of doing colors on the wall got me excited again at some point and I went back to work. I'd drink a Dr. Pepper with my breakfast, wait for Bridget to go down for her nap in the early afternoon, change into my painting clothes (Madrigal sweats and NC State T-shirt - both covered in paint), and paint for about an hour and a half. On Saturdays, Brian takes Bridget to his parents' house where they watch the BYU game and I get several hours of painting done. The "cutting in" (where the colored walls meet the white ceiling) for the family room and hallway took me five hours. I'm just a little girl!
I finally finished painting last Saturday. Except for that little spot of Maine Shore (the family room color) that I got on the ceiling in the hallway near the bathroom. I don't care about it, though, so it may stay there forever. And under the stairs. Now that my back is ruined, I can't bend down far enough to paint it. Painting the closet in the guest room got me all high (and reminded me of the time Brian and I painted our tiny second bedroom in our first house and he found out I know all the words to "You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party" by the Beastie Boys) and I can't spare any more brain cells for under the stairs.
Now I'm moving on to dreaming of fabric for the drapes, pillows, seat covers in the office, bed linens... I'm going to use the fabric pictured above for a valance in the guest room. (Each of the paint colors is somewhere in the background in the photos. "Maine Shore" is the color of the paint can you're looking into, "Blue Mist" is in the office and bathroom, and "Peaceful Calm" is the color of the guest room. There are two lights in the whole basement, so what these colors actually look like is anybody's guess.)
For the last five months (how sad) I've been painting the basement. Remember how it was an Extreme Home Makeover Miracle when the sheet rock was done in three days? That was awesome.
I painted on the primer (with a few hours of help from Katy and my Mom) in mostly dimness so I couldn't really tell where I'd been. After finishing all the walls in the family room one Saturday, I decided I was "on the roll" (as one of my crazy missionary companions used to put it) and I started on the ceiling. After rolling a tiny section, I realized that paint was raining down on my head and that the motion really hurt my back. I put down the roller and started to cry. Then I took a bath. That began one of my many vacations from painting during the last five months.
The thought of doing colors on the wall got me excited again at some point and I went back to work. I'd drink a Dr. Pepper with my breakfast, wait for Bridget to go down for her nap in the early afternoon, change into my painting clothes (Madrigal sweats and NC State T-shirt - both covered in paint), and paint for about an hour and a half. On Saturdays, Brian takes Bridget to his parents' house where they watch the BYU game and I get several hours of painting done. The "cutting in" (where the colored walls meet the white ceiling) for the family room and hallway took me five hours. I'm just a little girl!
I finally finished painting last Saturday. Except for that little spot of Maine Shore (the family room color) that I got on the ceiling in the hallway near the bathroom. I don't care about it, though, so it may stay there forever. And under the stairs. Now that my back is ruined, I can't bend down far enough to paint it. Painting the closet in the guest room got me all high (and reminded me of the time Brian and I painted our tiny second bedroom in our first house and he found out I know all the words to "You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Party" by the Beastie Boys) and I can't spare any more brain cells for under the stairs.
Now I'm moving on to dreaming of fabric for the drapes, pillows, seat covers in the office, bed linens... I'm going to use the fabric pictured above for a valance in the guest room. (Each of the paint colors is somewhere in the background in the photos. "Maine Shore" is the color of the paint can you're looking into, "Blue Mist" is in the office and bathroom, and "Peaceful Calm" is the color of the guest room. There are two lights in the whole basement, so what these colors actually look like is anybody's guess.)
12 comments:
Congratulations!
That fabric is lovely. It's going to feel like spring every time you enter the room.
They're all beautiful colors and you're going to love the basement when you finally get done. Now you get to paint all the trim. :) That's where I've stopped and can't get myself started again. You have to remember that your basement is really the size of some entire houses! Good job!
Well done! That's quality work :).
I'm torn! I don't know if I'm more impressed that you painted your entire basement or that you know all the words to "You Gotta Fight For Your Right To Party!"
congratulations. one of these days i hope to see your work. it might be a while, so don't go killing yourself to get it done.
What an adventure! Sounds like you're going to have one awesome basement though. Hopefully your back will get better.
um ... So you're not going to paint under the stairs?
I really like the fabric. Look at you go!
Way to make painting sound interesting. I had fun painting wiss you in July.
I never ever saw it in your hair!
That is so dang cute...but Nicole, in fear that it might bring swear words to your mind...we happily lend out our paint sprayer!
Paint can still lifes. Could there be a whole cottage industry about to explode?
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