Yesterday was the very first painting project I had done in our new home. I am one of those people that both love and hate to paint. I love the way it changes a room when I am done, and I love how nice it looks, but I don't love the work itself! We had a bright blue wall in our dining room/living room area that was fine, but it wasn't our style. I had been wanting a brown wall for quite some time, and now I have one. As a note, I'm not sure this is exactly the color I wanted and it may change, but we'll live with it for a bit and see what happens.
This project was also the first painting project since my dad passed. This is notable only because of how alike we are when it comes to painting...we are definitely the painters in the family. I think it is that accountant/detail oriented personality. We both hate to tape our paint jobs and yet we usually can be steady and careful enough to still get crisp clean lines. I remember a bookshelf my aunt (Dad's sister) had painted for Thomas. We were both a little appalled at how sloppy the paint job was. At the same time, it was for a bedroom so I didn't go crazy worrying about it. Dad and I used to have many discussions during my paint jobs as to the necessity of primer, what kind of brush, how much sanding, what kind of paint finish...it's just what we did. I'll be honest, it got to me a bit that there was no one to call to ask if I should prime the wall before painting (since I bought paint with primer I decided no...and I'm such a perfectionist I almost always use two coats anyway).
I had no idea how many little, little things were going to make me miss my dad each day, but at the same time, I'm so grateful I get to think of him each day in so many little ways!
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