I sit here and sit here and stare at a blank entry window.
Do I have nothing to say?
Well, no, not really. I have lots to say. There is so much on my mind I feel ready to explode. I want to write, and write and write until it’s all out, and then I don’t want to have to deal with it any more. I want my mind to empty, be calm, relaxed. No worries, no tears no problems. That’s what I want.
Instead, I’ll write about my failed attempt at painting a nursery.
“Preparation is everything.”
I know this. I am a quick study, and I read plenty of “Do-It-Yourself” guides. I removed all of the wall paper. I removed the glue. I sanded the walls, and puttied the holes, and then even washed the walls with cleaner, then swiffered it after to remove any remaining dust. I bought all the right tools, got the best type of paint for the job, and laid down the drop sheet. I taped everything that needed to be taped. I stirred and poured into my trays.
And then my world fell apart. I am NOT meant to be a painter. Tape or no tape, I got paint everywhere – on my moulding, on the ceilings, on the door frames. Anywhere that there isn’t meant to be paint, I painted. I also had no idea that painting a wall would be so tiring, or so labor intensive. I did one single four foot by twelve foot section. It took me nearly two hours… and it looks HORRIBLE. There are overlapping marks, criss-cross marks, and (of course) paint spots where there shouldn’t be.
Yes, I only did one coat. Yes, I now understand that it will look bad no matter what until I get a second coat on there. Yes, I realize that I don’t have to do it all myself.
I’m taking the next logical step.
I’m hiring a professional.