So, painting's on. It's not going so well. Friday turned out to be a celebration of uhoh, peppered with specks of bleeding bloody hell. The paint. It looks purple in the can, and even more so when you put it on the wall. And even though it is very dark, the current muted yellow of our future home theater is showing through. On top of this, it's as though the walls are drinking up the paint - which my mother declared as thick as pudding. And it is, I swear, as thick as pudding - - pudding you can see through. Friday was to have marked the whole first coat going up, perhaps the only coat. The top part of a wall is all that was done, and some of the cutting in, because we were so bumfuddled by the behavior of the see-through opaque deep garnet pudding paint that was going up Barney purple.
Here. Just, here:
Yep. Just don't say anything. Let's mosey along away from this and let me pretend it all worked out. Oh, the green is tape. Didgeridoo Boy wants the trim that color, but it's staying white just because it is. Away from this bad thing we go.
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