Painting Blows

People love to paint.

You tell them you’re moving or just thinking of redoing a room, and they’re all, “Can I help?!”

And, to be honest, I’ve always been that way, too. An eager beaver craving a paint roller.

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I don’t know why.

Painting is hell. Now instead of wanting actually paint with the paint roller, I want to do some demo work with it.

I also think it’s a bit more complicated than people make it seem. J’s dad officially confused me when he described the order in which you should paint. “Oh, but it’s different if there’s no crown molding”, “And it’s different if it’s a small space”.

Is he kidding me with this? How about I just slap some on and call it a finished project? Jesus. Like the order matters thaaaaaat much.

Okay. So maybe it does.

Yesterday I went around hastily putting up my favorite painter’s tape – Frog Tape – to get the office ready for my roller’s attack this afternoon. Only after finishing the taping-off project and rolling around to priming some other parts of the house did I realize, oh, I didn’t prime the trim. Whoops.

My solution? Just prime OVER the frog tape. I know, it’ll come out great. The tape’s going to pull off the edge of the primer I laid down. What can I say. When I get disgruntled, I take it out on the paint.

Okay, painting may be fun when you’re doing a room or a “cute piece of Goodwill furniture” that I read about all over the blogs. But when you’re faced with painting a whole house? Granted, a 960 square foot house, but a house none-the-less? Eh. Call me when it’s done.