Day 266
I am on day something for painting my bathroom. I say, day “something” because this has been such a long process, I’ve lost count of how long I’ve actually been working on this teeny tiny bathroom … as in 20 square feet of floor space.
So, why has this teeny tiny space taken up so much of my time?
Well, it could be that I picked out paint without bringing a chip home and seeing how it would look in that room. Mistake #1. I brought home what I thought was a quart of lovely warm gray. When I put it on the walls it was more like giant sperm whale gray. Gun metal. Almost black. Well – that wasn’t going to work!
So, I mixed some white into the gray in a separate container and came up with what I thought would be a lighter, gentler color … which ended up looking like giant elephant gray. Still too dark.
After mixing more white, I finally came upon soft mousie gray. Or if I were to name the color … Spring Rain Cloud. A lot lighter than the elephant color and yet darker than silver. I think it’ll do.
So, tomorrow I get to put on coat #3. And WHY 3 coats? Because whomever painted this house before my arrival used a paint akin to a marine varnish. Everything just SLIDES off these walls and woodwork.
I (usually) love to paint. I find its rhythm soothing, I (oddly) like the smell and I can let my mind wander and go wherever it wants to while I relax and paint. Not so much this time around. The whole house has been a frustrating (and at times – nightmarish) ordeal.
I was just perusing a magazine as I finished with the painting for the night (at 1am) and was cuddling with the dogs for a bit. And an advertisement for a shower surround caught my eye … it asked, aptly, What would your bathroom say about you?
And I figure, right now, my bathroom would say that I’m a really messy painter!
It got to the point where if it dripped, I let it drip. So, there are drips and spatters on the toilet and floor, shower stall walls and door, the mirror and certainly all over me – even after scrubbing up! And at the moment, I don’t care. I might care tomorrow night when I’m cleaning up … but at the moment, I don’t care. It’s a mess, yes … but I know in 24 hours I will have a beautifully painted, scoured clean bathroom (and body). My new towels bars will be up, my toilet paper holder (finally) will be in place and it’ll finally be pretty and clean and me!
One wall is eggplant (the wall with the shower stall), all the trim, window trim, door and cabinets are gloss white, and the rest is that soft mousie/spring rain cloud gray.
In any case … the painting continues … but I’m getting there. After tomorrow I’ll have one less room and one less door on my to-do list!
And, if I really researched it, I bet I could go down in some record book for taking the longest and putting on the most coats of paint in one teeny tiny bathroom!