the duke was singing this this morning and it pretty much sums up my inability to actually execute a project...
BUT despite my extreme laziness and love of procrastination, i am actually painting my bedroom...
yes folks, only two years after buying the paint (except the trim and ceiling paint which i just got...yea new martha stewart colors!...just in time!) and purchasing new bedding the project begins...
anyhow, it's beginning to look a lot less like a forgotten church basement and more like a place of respite...
and that's only with the primer...a whole gallon so far, and not even for the walls!
all the trim was this old ugly blue that took scads of primer to cover up...and the ceiling...
oy.
call me ishmael because that ceiling is my own personal moby dick...i've been staring up at that mess forevah and wanting to do something about it...
(well, secretly heavily wishing and praying to the allmighty that i could hire someone to do it for me...or just move.)
it's comprised of decades old acoustical tiles...not the kind that are perforated with metal cross bars but just the press board kind that just fit together...
except they don't "just fit together" and so then you have crappy dirty white ceiling tiles with dark brown gaps in between...
it's far uglier than i am describing...trust me.
and the fact that i have been staring up at that ugly ass ceiling for over eight years is a testament to just how farkin' lazy i really am...
i am very thankful neither of my children were conceived under such an ugly ceiling...
BUT, priming that ceiling makes me think my laziness was just my own darwinism kicking in...because that ceiling will. be. the. death. of. me.
the ceiling is really high, and it slopes at one side...i'm up on a stepladder with my neck at an ungodly angle getting in between each and every tile to cover the brown gaps with primer...and this is after rolling the whole ceiling in primer which is an activity that carries it's own fresh hell...
(how many times did i just use the word ceiling? gah.)
but now the primer's on and it's time to do it all over again with the actual paint...the step ladder, the neck craning, the rolling...
my only saving grace is the thought that one day i will lie in bed and look up and see the most beautiful blue in the world and it will make me happy...
and trust me, it WILL be BEAUTIFUL or at least i will convince myself it is...because i will die of old age under that "beautiful" blue as i am never. painting. that. ceiling. again.
x.
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