I hate painting.

Hate it, hate it, hate it.

I’d forgotten how much I did, since it’s been so long since I’ve had to.  I knew it was going to make me regret taking on renovations, but part of me was hoping I was just being pessimistic, and it wouldn’t be as bad as all that.

I wasn’t, and it is.

Been over there until 1:00 A.M. in the morning every night for the last couple weeks, and there’s still so much to do…!  It’s mostly because the expensive supposedly-the-best paint I got is just terrible.  Its coverage is streaky and uneven, showing splotches of the old stuff underneath even after two or three thick slathered-on coats.  I was just hoping for a little more from $1,500 of paint, you know?

But enough complaining.  The first part of the new flooring is in, and it’s looking pretty snazzy.

(…hate painting!)

Bene scribete.