“Things always get worse before they get better.” -Me
Hey, look! We are at the end of Day Two of the actual paining progress and things are coming along nicely.
The first floor of the front of the house has been painted; the second story dormers have not. This shot well illustrates that we have made no crazy radical color changes; the new color is a bit lighter and a bit creamier than the old tan-esque shade. My eyes are adjusting nicely to the change, which is a huge relief. I've never chosen a new house color before and have been fairly terrified that I would pick some innocuous shade with ugly undertones and live a life of regret forever after.
But it looks like I'm going to be okay.
However, this project is a long way from over, and I cropped hard to get this artificially calm and sweet shot. Before the guys left for the day, they'd pulled off some of the plastic drapes and drop clothes, and straightened up a bit.
Here is the sad and ugly truth about how my house looked for most of the day today:
^ I call this look, "Postmodern Yard Sale." But also, doesn't the plastic draped over the climbing rose that's up against the house just to the right of the door look like a huge ghost? Ahh, it's all so spooooky!
^ Now let's direct our gaze over to the driveway so we can take in the glory of the work truck and the assortment of painting paraphernalia and lunch coolers heaped nearby.
^ Oh, a close-up of the driveway, you say? Of course, I'm happy to provide. My poor cats are attempting to go about their daily outdoor activities but all the strange surfaces underfoot are freaking them out.
^ More plastic shrouded bushes in the side yard - that's a ginormous hydrangea to the right of the open gate, and one of my oldest clematis vines lying in a heap on the ground. I'm accepting thoughts and prayers for their full recovery.
^ And wouldn't you know that despite the chaos and uproar, the complete upending of all her normal routines, and the invasion of a fleet of men with noisy machines, Gracie is sailing through this project with not a single feather ruffled. In this shot, we've just returned from her walk and she knows that her dinner is waiting for her just inside the garage, and she's very happy for me to open the (hidden) side door and let her at it.
I may have needed some deep breaths and calming mantras in order to push through the discombobulated mess that a project like this requires, but for Gracie, every day with a walk and a big bowl of kibble is just as wonderful as the next.
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Our humble home is in need of a face lift. Come follow along as we have her painted.
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