Today I primed the ceiling of our kitchen, as well as most of the walls. I used a tinted primer. It has all the same colorants as the ultimate paint we'll be using, but is not as deeply tinted.
I skipped a few walls, notably the one that the stove is on, because they turned out to need a bit more work. Before we moved in, some genius ripped the original plaster off the the wall behind the stove (probably to install the Hideous Stovepipe). They replaced the plaster with laughably too-thick sheetrock/drywall, which they slathered with spackle in attempt to disguise how poorly it fit. It's a miserable eyesore.
And at some point, I'm going to rip the whole thing out and teach myself how to apply traditional plaster. I'm really looking forward to learning this skill. Plaster is a Thing of Beauty. Entirely unlike drywall.
Robb had the windows out while I was working. He primed the outsides. We thought we had plenty of exterior primer, but it turned out to have dried up. Lucky for us, we have wonderful neighbors, who gave us pumpkin pie and some exterior primer. They're currently borrowing our fancy heat stripper, so things even out. We're so fortunate to live next to such wonderful people.
Here's the kitchen view I haven't shared yet. From left to right, you can see the screen that Robb installed to cover our water heater. Then comes our fridge. Then the strange recess that was once an ironing board cabinet. Then the green-paneled door to the hallway. Then the stripped door to the dining room. And then our melted stove.
There's a sort of chair rail/wainscote running around the room, and we're only painting blue above that line. The area below will be painted the same off-white as the cabinets.
We figure we'll let the primer cure, and work on the prep for the moulding. We realize that we're doing this in a sort of ass-backwards manner, but we don't care. This way, we've limited the level of destruction in the kitchen, and are keeping our sanity intact.