Me – “Ginger, how do you like your playhouse?”
Ginger – “That’s not a playhouse, it’s just a bunch of wood!”
Technically, she’s correct, but we were hoping to see a little more enthusiasm(!) along the way. On the other hand, Chloe is already really pumped up about it.
Healthy skepticism
We need walls here...and here...and here!
Ready for "tracking" (which we think means 'trek' or 'explore')
All in all, I’m really happy with where we ended up this week, considering only six days were spent painting…virtually all solo. Unfortunately, I have to go back to work tomorrow, which will slow things tremendously. Other than a handful of areas that need additional repairs, all of the ground floor body has been painted!
Front, with the foundation painted
Porch ceiling
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (and Ginger)
Body color all done on west side
The sprayer came out today for the foundation and the porch ceiling. The foundation needed to be sprayed, since most of it is an incredibly rough texture that couldn’t possibly be brushed or rolled, and the porch ceiling would have been too much of a PITA to brush, not to mention dangerous without scaffolding. So I thought this was a good time to break out the new-in-box sprayer that we had bought off ebay 7 years ago when we were all jazzed up about some painting projects that we ended up doing by hand anyway. It’s been dragged along to three different houses in the hopes that we might one day actually use it.
So today was the day, and we were happy to find that it worked. But then I remembered what a pain it is to mask for spraying. It takes hours and hours and makes the spraying kind of anticlimatic. I’ve really been enjoying the straightforward simplicity of brushing…no masking tape, no paper, no plastic…just pick up a brush and start painting!
In addition to the foundation and porch ceiling, Stephanie was able to paint most of the back of the ground floor today. I forgot to grab a picture before the sun set, so I’ll add it later.
Porch
Freshly painted foundation. Look for the bonus Ginger image.
I've had to redecorate this room so many times, I'm getting dizzy.
Our Christmas tree has been up now for about a week and a half. In that time, I have had to redecorate the bottom third of it no less than four dozen times. Our littlest one, who turned one in August, is completely entranced by the tree. She calls all of ornaments that are in any way anthropomorphic (snowmen, animals, elves, Santas, etc.) “babies” and insists on pulling them all off - one by one - to give them kisses, leaving a pile of destruction in her wake.
Several times a day, our tree is pretty much naked from about 30 inches above the floor on down. I know what you’re thinking. I’m thinking it too. “Where is the supervision?”