Wednesday, September 17, 2008

At Last

Today marked a huge milestone in my life as a homeowner. Today, just three weeks shy of my fourth anniversary living in the burbs, I finally finished painting all the trim and doors in my house! Hooray for me! Applause, applause, applause.

After four gallons of white paint and primer and applying a bazillion coats to the stained wood in every room and on every door, I have transformed my 22-year-old house from a country-themed granny abode reflective of the former owner into a sleek and modern dwelling in which any urban professional can be proud.

All that remained was the wall behind my gargantuan computer armoire in the study. And as soon as my sprained wrist and hernia heal from moving that sucker away from the wall, everything will be back in its normal place.

Oh, I remember the days of hanging over the side of my cat walk, my head wedged between the railing spooks, applying layer after layer of primer and paint, while my three furry assistants inspected my work and offered their help even though they don't have opposable thumbs. Such sweet kitties! (Someday I'll have to share with you the story of when I got my head stuck in the railing. It's okay...you can laugh...it's funny NOW.)

I have to say that I really got into my work, getting paint all over my clothes, body and hair. So much so, that co-workers would point out strands of primer in my blonde hair the next day. Do you know how hard it is to get primer out of your hair? About as hard as it is to get it out of cat whiskers.

But now, all of that is behind me -- just a faint memory. Now I can enjoy the brightness of white trim throughout my house. Now I can admire the crispness of the sleek clean lines. Now I can tackle the 20 foot walls and vaulted ceilings in my dining room, which are the ONLY walls I have not repainted, yet.

I'll posted pictures of my body cast after I fall off the ladder. On second thought...dear nephews, I may need your help!

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