Every year, since we bought our beloved but ramshackle domcile we have talked about painting it. Not only is the retro 50s industrial minty green colour neither of our first choice, the siding is peeling horribly all over and in great need of a fresh coat. Each Spring we start talking about colours, how long we'd need to take off work, and at one point we even inquired into borrowing painting polls and gear from some friends. But then: we delay and stall, or it simply rains all summer (last year) and it never gets done. This year we decided to bite the bullet and get some quotes to have someone else paint the house and I'm thrilled to say we're taking that route. This will be the first major reno (and really the first job around the house aside from major plumbing or the rewiring job) that we have had any outside help on. It feels like winning the lottery. For real. While there is a sick part of me that really does love renovating, and in particular doing it with Martin, the idea of painting the house (or more correctly prepping the house for painting) never appealed to me. At all. And not having to do it, even if it means going to work instead, feels so very luxurious. I've taken some shots of the house after it was power-washed yesterday, and the schedule is such that by the end of this week the house should be pretty much done (save the front door which we're replacing so won't be painting right away). I'll post photos daily this week with the progress just so that I can have something to look at on my lunch break to remind me of all the scraping and sanding I'm not doing. Ah bliss!
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