I have been painting the porch of our hundred year old Craftsman Victorian for the last week. After spending two days sanding, sweating and chipping away, I now only work in the cool of the morning.
Here's what I've learned:
- My new neighbor next door doesn't walk his
one night standsgirlfriends to the door in the morning.
- Never purchase a green without talking to a color consultant. These are words to live by since the beautiful pine green turned into fluorescent lime green on the porch steps. Every single neighbor stopped by, shook their head, and wandered on. The boys(they are twenty years old) next door said it wasn't too bad, but they were just being nice.
- A heat gun will remove the paint right down to the wood. So says one neighbor two days after I sanded the porch. Grrr.
- Bees seem to like the smell of paint. I rescued more than one field bee from the wet paint. Maybe that's what's causing CCD.
- My hair looks better without white Kilz primer in it. Who knew?
- Sound blocker head phones don't block out the sound of:
- People having sex
- Drunken people talking to each other
- Belt sander
- Bands playing in the nearby park
I just thought I would share.