Painting is not one of my favorite things.
I mean, I really don’t mind it so much, but the damned masking and unmasking is a clusterfuck, and drives me even more batshit crazy than usual.
I mean, I really don’t mind it so much, but the damned masking and unmasking is a clusterfuck, and drives me even more batshit crazy than usual.
I am blessed in that my wife loves to paint. It was one of the prime drivers behind us getting back out of renting…she was starting to get the ‘paint jones’ something fierce.
The main negative for me is that once a year or so I need to feign interest in color chips and then help move furniture out of a room so she can try something new.
If I have room to work and all the right tools, I love painting. If not, it sucks. (And I can still say that after spending the last 8 weeks painting nearly every wall in my house!)
I painted my last house. Never again, I still have nightmares involving tape.
I hate painting. I know people I can pay to do that.
My wife loves to paint but gets it all over everything to where I have to scrape it off windows and suchlike, so I don’t think there’s a net gain there.
Don’t paint much. The wife like painting murals on the walls, so I just pretty much oh and ah. I can definitely understand the mask dilemma.
IDK, when I paint, I just do it, masking and all.
This has something to do with the fact that my maternal grandfather owned a paint store, and the fact that my father was behind the development of water-based house paint. Sometimes I think I have paint thinner rather than plasma in my blood….
They always make it look so easy. But, then again, their demo walls are always perfectly straight and square to the ceiling. And each other.
Which lends some truth to the old saw that it’s all in the prep. First: build a perfect room.
Oh. And… paint won’t bridge a 1/4″ gap between the wall and the trim. Won’t fill it, either. Hard-learned life lessons.
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A few weeks ago I painted a SMALL bathroom. I spent more time touching up spots where I’d removed paint with my head, elbow or ass than I actually spent painting. To make matters worse it’s a Cape Cod house, with the sloped ceiling, so I had to touch up the ceiling too.
I have a deal with a local painter, he lets me fix microfilm scanners and I let him do the painting. Works great for both of us.