Now, let me tell you, I don’t mind painting. It’s kind meditative actually. Very soothing in it’s own way. But the bathroom has so many nooks and crannies to paint around. Hugging the toilet to paint the wall behind was my favourite part (if I were I drinker it might have brought back memories of my college days, but alas there was no nostalgia to be had for this non-drinker).
On Saturday, Rian and Mike painted the ceiling for me. I bought a special edging tool so the cutting in job was much easier, and far less messy, for Rian (wish I’d had it for doing the walls!). She did a great job and used the tool effectively.
I’m pleased with how it’s coming together. Slowly, but with style. Kinda like me.