I started making lists to use my time at home wisely. I have more projects than time these days, and accomplish only the minimum on days when I have to work both until 5am and again at 5pm. These past “weekends” (not actually weekends necessarily, but my days off at any rate) I finished a couple projects.
“I” painted the front door. “I” means “I started and Blaine did almost everything” but regardless, it’s all done but the hanging. We still have a tarp covering the front entrance. Flies have seen this as a welcome sign. I think it’s dry enough to hang tonight now. Finally.
Photo from last fall. I didn’t think to take one before I started scraping.
It started out brick red, with peel marks under the paint from, I assume, not having been prepped properly for its last paint job. I stripped and sanded and scraped and sanded some more (this part I DID do) and then primed and painted it. I really wanted lime green. The shutters are dark blue. Green and blue look so good together. But the look I got when I announced it said it was not a good plan. I’m still sad about this. Pretty sure it wouldn’t have turned out well. It might have looked like a frat house. Definitely not a mature color. So I tried to adult and bought red.
I painted it red. And I stood there looking at it and trying to decide what I thought. Thrilled was not it. All I could picture was the red roof that we have that I would rather not draw attention to and how much it was going to draw attention to the roof!
And that’s how the door ended up black. Blaine marched up with black paint, which I’d suggested and wasn’t sure it was wise either in the scheme of keeping all things clean and tidy, and he painted it black. And it’s cool. Shiny. And probably going to be a nightmare to keep clean. But shiny. The inside is white. Jury’s still out on which side will be easier to keep clean.
While the paint dried… and I gave up on my project… I sewed hats for the little boys and I. Those were fun to make. Creed did not take my photography seriously. At all. And Lachlan was lacking clothes.
Tight ship I’m running here. The boy wants to potty train himself and I’m not arguing.
Those are the back doors behind them. Same color as the front was, and in about the same shape. Painting those is also on my list. Soon.
Today I recovered the boys chairs. I love the old Cosco chairs, but the vinyl doesn’t hold up. Something about being decades old plays into this, I assume. I bought vinyl locally weeks ago. If I’d have known how many weeks it would take me to get the nerve to do the project I’d have ordered the color I wanted online, but I didn’t. Options locally were sorely limited. Oh well.
Before. Duck tape held them together somewhat and they were ugly. But I love them anyway.
After. I learned a lot. Mostly I learned I don’t want to do that again. And plaid is evil to keep lines straight. Mainly, hats off to whomever puts these together for a living. Well made, but oof. Not fun to tuck and stretch and put together. The boys are thrilled. Hopefully this holds up for another 25 years.