Tom Sawyer was a Genius.



While the lighting was not exactly optimal, this is what the room looked like after the initial painting of the ceiling. Notice the snazzy dropcloth on the floor, part of my Home Depot birthday present. A cloth drop cloth is roughly 4000% better than plastic, except for the fact that at the end you need to clean it instead of just throwing it away. It doesn't rip, paint dries uber-quick on it, it doesn't slip much on the floor, etc. This drop cloth is just slightly too small for the room, so I had to put plastic down on one stretch and it is just not as good. Plastic sheeting is definitely cheaper, but I say invest in the cloth drop cloth. Everything will go much smoother.

Anyway, now that I have made my plug for the National Foundation for Advancement of Textile Paint Protection Materials (NAMBLA)...

This is how things stood Saturday afternoon: Ceiling painted. Check. Next 25 steps. Still to be done. Fortunately Candy had lined up a whole bunch of sucker-- er, I mean, helpful volunteers to come over on Sunday and make a good push on the whole project. Painting is fun. Why, it is so much fun you should pay me to be allowed to do it.

They didn't pay me, but thanks to Nan, Jacole, Marie, and my mom (Jane) anyway. Thanks to them we 1) Emptied the closets of roughly one ton of stuff, 2) Cleaned and painted the inside of the closets, 3) Painted the top 2/3 of the room (Nacre), 4) Painted the bottom third of the room (Honeydew), 5) Masked everything that still needed masking. This flurry of work even allowed me time to run out and get some chair rail molding to put in the room. I have two pieces cut to order, each ~13 feet in length. Even in my mom's SUV I had to stick them out the passenger window to get them home. It felt a bit like jousting. I was desperately afraid I was going to take out some poor pedestrian's noggin on the way back to my abode.

The room now looks like this:



Coming up Next: We get fancy. There are going to be stripes and waves. Stay tuned.








Oh, and the Dodgers rolled over and died without much of a fight, so I am no longer distracted by baseball. Just this baby any minute thing.