“Man I love painting. I’m actually so relaxed right now”…. She said after approximately 1 hour of painting. Little did she know, it was to become a 3 day saga that would make her never want to look at a paintbrush again.
But it was sooo worth it!! My brother in law popped in last night and couldn’t believe we’d done the paint job ourselves. He was stunned by how good everything came up, and so am I still. My whole motto for this project was “I want it to look professional”… hence all the sanding, scrubbing, and general wall loving… so to hear someone say it looks like we paid someone was the best compliment I could get. Thank you, our work here is done.
We started with the ceiling and because there was no real risk of ruining anything, we both cut in to speed things up. Side note: I’m a good cutter inner, Ben is not. After that was done, Ben got onto rolling the first coat, while I headed outside to stain a second shelf that we’ve since added to the bar. More on that later.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it, but our ceiling was the same lovely shade of yellowy beige as the rest of the walls. This very old photo seems to be the only shot of the ceiling I have because it’s so damn high, it never fits into frame. And while the dodgy light is deceiving here, it’s a true story. Beige on beige.
Cutting in started by looking like this, and we were already excited!
And here’s the first coat finished
Once that was done we packed up and headed out for some festivities for the day, so that was Day 1 done.
Day 2 was pretty full on for me. Ben was all caught up in bar shelving business so I cracked on with coat 2 of cutting in and then rolling the ceiling.
And the second coat looked like this
I’ve gotta say, after all of that my right arm was already in a world of pain; but Ben was on a roll with the bar business, so I kept going and got to work cutting in the walls.
In that photo I’d done probably 2 metres and already called Ben in to hear his thoughts on the colour.
“It’s fine”
“It’s not too blue?”
“It’s not even blue! Just keep going, it’ll look better when it’s all done”. [LIES!]
But I kept going…
And going
And I sent that above photo to my mum and strategically said “What do you think of the colour?”. I kid you not, her reply was
“Looks a bit blue to me, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing”.
BOOM! BLUE! I knew it!
I was no longer loving painting. Or feeling relaxed. I was stressed over the colour, and in lots of physical pain. Painting even has the word PAIN in it… it’s not meant to be fun!
Neck = Killing!!!
Once I was finished cutting in and uber disenchanted the hubs came to the rescue! He told me to put my feet up with a wine and he’d roll and surprise me when it was all finished. I was so grateful!!
I took one look at that blue room though and almost cried. “It looks like a boys nursery!”. “I was thinking more of a hospital”. “Well neither of those things belong in my kitchen! It’s all wrong!”
We decided to sleep on it, and follow up with the second coat as it may change, and then we’d put everything back in and live with it for a while until we made a decision.
When I woke up on Day 3 and came out and saw it I nearly cried again. I grabbed a grey pot mit that I like the colour of and went to Bunnings immediately for a new tin. It was a $66 mistake but I knew it was the right decision as soon as I started…
Here are the two side by side
The colour on the left is Silk Wort by Dulux in half strength, and the right is Centurion by Taubmans and the paint itself is Taubmans Endure. For the ceiling we went with Dulux colour Lexicon in half strength as that is what the rest of the ceilings and doorways are.
Two coats of Silk Wort later… and ta-dah!
Love love love it! I think the most noticeable change is the gallery wall. Here’s the before:
And the after:
Isn’t it just so fresh and so clean clean? :) :)
Before you mention that baseboard… yes, I still do have to paint it.
Tomorrow I’ll hopefully get two coats of paint and a quarter round on that baseboard, and then Sunday, we move everything back in… Monday, you get the big reveal.
Hold onto your hats kids!
But in the meantime, there’s a nice little sneak peak of the oiled floor for you ahead of tomorrow’s post on that.
Oh, and last but not least, I tried a little something I saw on Pinterest once… tie a rubber band around your bucket to wipe excess paint off your brush on… ladies and gents, this trick is a winner. You’re welcome.