Oh I am so very very bored of paint. And anything to do with painting paraphenalia. Rollers, paint trays, masking tape, white spirit, you name it, I'm sick of it.
When we started on the lounge (in a fetching, if not garish shade of ice blue), I was all abound with enthusiasm. I was literally bouncing off the excitingly coloured walls, all caught up with images of 'Period Living' style rooms and designer shades. I managed to maintain this for D's room, in fetching shades of green, and just about kept it up for the dining room, even though my keenness for removing wallpaper had gone right down the toilet by that stage...hence the fact that we have some very nice chocolate brown paint covering some quite frankly, dated and downright revolting wall coverings.
By the time we'd got to the kitchen, it was definitely on the wane, thus we phoned hubbie's father and pleaded with him to basically come down and do it for us, which, bless him, he did. Our bedroom was a similarly lacklustre affair, which goes a way to explain why bits of the wall are still unpainted and only half the ceiling is done. (oh, I DESPISE painting ceilings especially. The crick in the neck, the paint plopping on the floor, the flecks in the eyes, UGH.) But yes, for your information, yes, we do lie in bed and peer up in bitter resignation at the huge patches of uniform prison-grey plaster mingling with the crisp whiteness of emulsion paint. It doesn't make for a relaxing night's sleep.
And today was the turn of the bathroom. We didn't bother starting until after lunch, and then gave up fairly soon after. The ceiling, incidently, is still unfinished. Yep, still patches of plaster peeking through in there as well. (why did we pick the two rooms where we have to lie down a lot and look at the ceiling???) It may well just stay that way. Maybe we could start a new trend, for incomplete ceilings. The home style magazines might refer to it as 'unfinished chic' or something equally mad, and then we'll be interviewed by people keen to steal our unusual look. Lawrence Lewylln Bowen will probably kick himself, with his designer snakeskin cuban heels, at the fact that he didn't think of it first. 'Derelict condemned house glamour' could be another apt name.
I'll just go and chisel away at a few more ceilings in the house in preparation, I'm sure it'll catch on.
Hubbie and I are both covered in silly amounts of paint spots and splodges, we are both excessively tired and excessively irritable. This was somewhat compounded by a)being rudely awoken at the crack of dawn by a certain someone who had decided it was time to get up and b) that same person being in a very variable mood all day, refusing to go down for a nap until fairly late and moaning shrilly about a number of bits and bobs throughout.
And on that note, I'm going to bed. Paint splodges and all, because I cannot be bothered to have a bath. Particularly when it involves lying in the tub and....LOOKING AT A PATCHY CEILING!! ARGHHHH!!!!
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