Okay, it was my brilliant idea. Blame me 100%. But the windowsills are flaking without our help, and previous peeling has obviously been painted over. None of the doors close because of the accumulated layers. The crown molding has no detail, and the corners sag with frozen drips. Apart from the floors - oak in the front rooms, pine in the bedrooms - the house's wood energy is suffocating beneath years of latex and lead.
Little did I know how difficult it would be to remove.
|Five days of work spread over several months later...|
"So we'll be tired," I said, "so what?"
Well paint-scraping tired is not writing tired, or internet-surfing tired, or drinks-with-friends tired. It is where-did-that-cut-come-from, aches-in-muscles-and-tendons-you-never-knew-you-had, making-a-fist-hurts-like-hell strung out exhausted, especially after a few hellish weeks of holiday retail.
We hit one cabinet with chalkboard in a can and painted the walls Chianti (Behr S-H-150). The other cabinet, baseboards, and trim will wait for another day.
Through dividing and conquering, we managed to get the dining room not just presentable but lovely, while picking up paychecks, cleaning, and grocery shopping for the brunch. We also learned that even exhausted at three am, we're a great team.
Either way, we can't let the paint win.