Has painting our place taken over our lives or what? The worst has passed. We have finished the lounge/dining/kitchen area, along with my large bedroom and ensuite. Hallway, bathroom/laundry and two bedrooms to go, all of them smaller and not too many fiddly bits.
Before I started, R said that the inside of the wardrobes must be painted. I ignored him. I imagine dragging everything out of the wardrobes and painting inside them too. Maybe at a later date.
Before I started, R said that the skirting boards, doors and architraves must be painted. They are coated with what is perhaps known as eggshell, or two pack. They are high gloss and very chip and mark resistant. Rather than paint them I bleached them. Good result.
We started on the lounge/dining/kitchen on Sunday morning with panic in our hearts that we weren't up to it. We knew of someone who we could pay to assist and this back up was reassuring. We started and the feeling that we had taken on too much increased. By the end of the day, we had excised the hallway painting from out immediate plans and may start it tomorrow.
We have worked solidly for three days, most of yesterday afternoon spent cleaning and moving furniture back into position. Today we decided to take a day off and visited Ikea and Freedom for a new piece of furniture and a wall bracket for the tv. We may have found what we wanted, but we had to come home to check sizes. A bit more bleaching of woodwork this afternoon until the light failed.
At our ages, this will be the last time we will be able to take on such large tasks. We will just have to pay someone next time.