I know, I know, I’m an adult and throwing a stomp stomp foot foot tantrum should be long behind me but jesus henry christ is it hard to paint a ceiling. And oh the shame, I was so proud of my hands on hips hmmmm-ing I even made mention of it in yesterday’s post. It would seem though, that no matter how hard you hmmmmm at a ceiling, it just won’t paint.
It’s done though! Well, the guest room ceiling is done. I’m getting nervous/excited because soon I’ll be able to start painting the walls a light lilac colour. But we weren’t able to get swatches so I just have to hope the sunlight in the room and lamp light make it still look pretty. I’ve planned it with my mom in mind. She’s super pretty and elegant and so lilac and white – soft colours – seemed the way to go.
Part of me wanted to design the room with my dad in mind, and had the room been brighter or a little larger it would have been a coin toss! It would have meant darker colours and a Sherlock Holmes vibe with dark wood furniture, maybe even a fancy chest that looks like it’s just been dragged off a train and lugged off around London! Because, uh, why not, eh!
We’ll see how we get on with the light colours though. This is probably very boring, so I will be including pictures in the future because well, no need to read when there are pictures and short comments haha!
I am pretty happy that we got the ceiling painted. I had a burst of energy last night and so I sanded down any marks left over from when we removed the popcorn ceiling, and went along the ceiling trim thing to get rid of any we missed. I pushed myself to work hard so that we could start painting. Then I barely slept. I woke up to the usual sound of cats galloping around the house and soon realized sleep wasn’t going to happen. After a few hours, even though bloody exhausted and sweating (you know those gross tired sweats, like your body just feels like you’re in a sauna even when not moving– ugh) I was determined to get it done. Now it is! Vuhuu high-five ghost hand!
I wonder if when you high five the air a ghost really does high five back.
I wonder if all those times I’ve been hand on hips hmmming at walls I’ve been doing it to a ghost and it thinks I’m really judgemental and critical and has something new to talk to its ghost therapist about…
Anyway, long story short: I painted a ceiling, drank a lot of tea (which I think is my super power up Mario mushroom thing), and I learned that you can’t stare at a wall and hope it does something.
I look forward to posting pictures in the future so you can all laugh at my terrible efforts! Why can’t you just throw paint at a wall and hope for the best?
Next time in Arbie DIY adventures: How do air plants work? Why do houses need to have so many ceilings and why won’t they paint? How do I tell my cat he isn’t supposed to like lemonade? Why did they change Ash Ketchum’s face?
Hope you’re having a fine Sunday!