I’ve been nothing but a bump on a log for the past, oh, 8 months, but I found renewed energy last night *wOOt* giving me the strength to actually achieve something worth bragging talking about. And it’s not about sex you pervs. Git yer minds outta the gutter.
Moving on.
I did some home improvement work last night! (Well, let’s just hope it’s an improvement, shall we?)
HOLLA bitches!
Ya, I’m that excited about it.
After dinner, I grabbed my tape measure, level and pencil, headed upstairs while the boys were occupied with DVR’d episodes of Lilo n’ Stitch and began to finally tape Carter old-new-again room for striping. I’ve been delaying it for what seems like weeks because I just wanted to make sure the paint was really dry before applying tape to it. *ahem*
You believe me, don’t you?
*crickets*
I’m not much of a handy person around the house. I never really have been since I’ve rented for so many years. I spent most of my adult life thinking: What’s the point, we’re moving soon anyway and I’ll just have to change it back. That’s what renting does to a person.
Makes ya lazy.
Yup, I blame it on the rent.
But now? I have a world of opportunity to do whatever I see fit – a clean slate if you must. A house I can paint the walls black in if I so desire, even though I really don’t – dammit I can if I want to!
We’ve been here for three years this coming June and I (read: made Mike) paint one room, paint this old-new-room for Carter and now *I* have helped with repainting it…. that’s all I’ve we’ve done. There is so much that I want (Mike) to do and I’ve (we’ve) avoided it all. I’m perpetually stuck in this “I’m renting” attitude and can’t seem to break free.
So, what was I talking about? Oh, yes. I’m not that handy around the house because of renting for so many years.
(Just because Mike asks me to pass him a Phillips screwdriver and I just stare at him blankly until he says, “The star one” doesn’t make me useless.)
Me, my tape, level and pencil stood in the centre of the old-but-new-to-Carter room.
Frozen.
What the hell was I thinking? I’m no fuckin’ Martha Stewart. Can I really do this? Can I really layout the walls with pencil lines in hopes of making beautiful sheen stripes that will make people oohhhh and awwwww rather then recoil in horror? I mean, what if I paint a stripe that wasn’t meant to be painted? The whole entire project would be ruined!
The pressure!
I stared at the wall.
It stared back. (Well, kinda. You know what I mean.)
Then I shrugged and thought: Fuck it. This is gonna get done. I bought the paint, I have the tape. I just have to dive in and do it.
I began drawing lines, taping, moving around the room: swift, confident, all-knowing. I’ll put that Martha bitch to shame with my mad skillz, yo.
Then ran out of tape.
But! I did take pictures of what I had finished. You know, proof that I can do something that requires a little skill.
Then I left them at home, on the card, in the camera.
Take my word for it. I’m rockin’ this bitch.
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Put newspaper between the tape where the wall should not be painted. Not only do you see that is a no paint zone, no drips on the area not to be painted. It works on cars, why not walls. Good Luck!!!!
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I feel your pain. I did a room in our basement (paint and trim) when I was 5 months pregnant with my son. To this day I have no idea how I got the stamina or the desire to do that. You are taking it to a whole new level with stripes though! I wish I was that brave.
Congrats for taking on quite a project. Can’t wait to see pics! I’m still spring cleaning and it looks like a tornado swept through. I may finish by autumn.
I did stripes of varying widths in my son’s room and CIRLCES of varying sizes in my scrapbook room at my old house. Cah-ray-zee!
Used a laser level and tape for the stripes and a pencil with string for the cirlces….
Shall we start an “I’m not Martha, but act like it” group together?
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