Still Working on that Kitchen...
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I honestly don't know how people who own those huge Victorian houses do it. Robb and I live in a tiny bungalow, and seem to have been working on the restoration of our modest little kitchen for the past three months. Admittedly, the kitchen was an utter wreck when we started. We're scraping away over eighty years of paint, and trying to improve some badly maintained walls.
Saturday was a lost day for me, as I had some vile stomach ailment. Sunday was much better.
In the upper photo, you can see Linguine supervising the "cutting in" of the wall and ceiling paint.
And here are some more things, primed white. We haven't worked on our kitchen doors, because we're using them as actual doors. You know, to keep all the dust somewhat contained.
I'm not entirely thrilled with the color of the walls and ceiling. I'm going to have a chat with the folks at my beloved paint store. The color they sold me doesn't match the color in the swatch. What's on the walls is considerably greener and greyer than what Robb and I picked out. I wanted a sort of drabbed-out navy blue, and this color has a lot of pthalo green in it.
Hopefully, I'll be able to get a coat of paint (not just primer) on these door frames and lower walls in the next few evenings. I'm really getting sick of living in a construction site.
I honestly don't know how people who own those huge Victorian houses do it. Robb and I live in a tiny bungalow, and seem to have been working on the restoration of our modest little kitchen for the past three months. Admittedly, the kitchen was an utter wreck when we started. We're scraping away over eighty years of paint, and trying to improve some badly maintained walls.
Saturday was a lost day for me, as I had some vile stomach ailment. Sunday was much better.
In the upper photo, you can see Linguine supervising the "cutting in" of the wall and ceiling paint.
And here are some more things, primed white. We haven't worked on our kitchen doors, because we're using them as actual doors. You know, to keep all the dust somewhat contained.
I'm not entirely thrilled with the color of the walls and ceiling. I'm going to have a chat with the folks at my beloved paint store. The color they sold me doesn't match the color in the swatch. What's on the walls is considerably greener and greyer than what Robb and I picked out. I wanted a sort of drabbed-out navy blue, and this color has a lot of pthalo green in it.
Hopefully, I'll be able to get a coat of paint (not just primer) on these door frames and lower walls in the next few evenings. I'm really getting sick of living in a construction site.
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