Pop the champagne! If you’re wondering where to find me, I’m in the back hall, hanging with the cat. Just looking. Resting on my laurels, as they say, while the cat rests on his kitty butt. The job is done.
Or almost done. There’s the matter of polyurethane, but I’m thinking of hiring that one out. So I can keep resting on my laurels.
If you stare long enough, you will see triangles in your sleep.
Hmmm. Should I have made this project less complicated? Maybe.
So far, there’s been a lot of taping. I’d say about three parts taping to one part painting, not the happiest ratio. Not to mention the significant amount of time I’ve spent cleaning paintbrushes.
If you can’t tell what I’m up to, let me summarize: triangles. So far, I have red, pink, and yellow, but soon I’ll add orange and white. (For Benjamin Moore acolytes, I’m referring to Red, Strawberry Sorbet, Sun Kissed Yellow, Tangelo, and Simply White.) By the way, these are my back steps–used mostly for grocery schlepping, muddy boot stomping, and kitty box visits. So does it really matter how it turns out? Well, after drawing all those little triangles, taping and painting, I can honestly answer: Yes. It really does matter how it turns out.
Wish me luck and a steady hand.