Definitely not a relative, despite my Italian heritage. As a matter of fact, if I never, ever paint another ceiling again for the rest of my life, it’ll sound like paradise.
This is what my day consisted of. Buy paint. Cover the entire floor (because if paint gets on those wood floors after I almost died of fumes getting them to look like that, someone will die). Put tape on the molding. Climb up the ladder. Paint the edge where the roller can’t reach. Climb down the ladder. Move the ladder. Repeat 34,280 times.
By the way, in case anyone was wondering whether or not it’s fun to paint a white ceiling with white paint when it’s past dusk and the lights aren’t bright enough and you can’t tell what you painted and what you didn’t – no. It is not fun.
Army and I painted the playroom a soft yellow color when we moved in. Unfortunately, the previous owners also painted it yellow…over a chocolate brown and they didn’t use a primer. So, we had to do a coat of primer, then our yellow, but two light were out in the room and we only painted at night. Somehow we never remembered to bring light bulbs with us. It was so hard to see what we’d done in that area near the molding.
I hope you’re finished painting for a very long time!!!
“It is not fun.” Thank you and good-nite.