Painting is taking much longer than I expected. As I removed the masking tape from the trim last night, aglow with pride and the expectation of a good night's sleep in my own bed in my own room, I discovered that the tape had leaked, allowing runs of (India Ink, semi-gloss) black paint to mar the (Chalk, eggshell) white walls every few inches. So now it seems I will have to do some scraping and touch-up. Urrgggh.
Also, I've been doing some painting work for the school, changing the color of some flat files and display shelves for the supply store (for the princely sum of $10 an hour, roughly 10 times what I make for my work in the Pines; I think I've already earned enough to pay for my first tank of gas). By odd coincidence, the shelves will be the same color as the trim in my bedroom (but satin finish). By lunchtime today, I began to feel as though I was really becoming pretty competent with a paintbrush. Nonetheless, I think this experience seals it - all natural or patinated finishes on my work this summer.
Also, I've been doing some painting work for the school, changing the color of some flat files and display shelves for the supply store (for the princely sum of $10 an hour, roughly 10 times what I make for my work in the Pines; I think I've already earned enough to pay for my first tank of gas). By odd coincidence, the shelves will be the same color as the trim in my bedroom (but satin finish). By lunchtime today, I began to feel as though I was really becoming pretty competent with a paintbrush. Nonetheless, I think this experience seals it - all natural or patinated finishes on my work this summer.
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