As I’ve spent the past two weeks in hardcore painting mode, I keep thinking of the saying “if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well.”
That’s not my saying.
I’m more of a “if something’s worth doing, then you should do it right away before you get too tired or distracted by something else” kind of gal.
Advice I’m rather good at heading.
(Not the whole getting-stuff-done part, but rather the not-doing-stuff-well part.)
(I’m also good at remembering to photograph gallons of paint.)
(Though that skill is less useful than one might imagine.)
Like when I called my mom to ask, not for the first time, what I should use to wash my walls, pre-painting.
Her response, vinegar and water, seemed like a good idea.
But just water seemed like an easier idea, so it’s what I went with.
Similarly, it makes sense to paint ceilings first, as then any paint spilt just falls down onto walls you’re going to have to paint anyway.
I decided to do ceilings last.
‘Cause I don’t like doing ceilings.
(That made total sense in my mind.)
You might notice that rather than using drop cloths, I’m using bed sheets I stole from my dad’s basement.
This seemed the obvious path, as he’s unlikely to notice their absence and drop cloths can cost as much as $2.
Those those fitted sheets have been more of a hassle than anticipated.
Being cheap is just yet another of my special gifts,