A Good Day To Paint

This morning I’ll be painting the teeny tiny bathroom in our home, which is referred to as a ‘powder room’ because there’s no bath or shower in it, just a toilet and sink. But ‘powder room’ sounds stuffy, don’t you think? Or is it just me? It’s probably just me. Either way, I prefer bathroom. Or washroom. Or restroom.

Anyhoo.

This ‘bathroom’ used to have wallpaper in it, which I removed when we took possession of our home a few years back. Now, anyone who knows me well knows that my idea of the worst punishment in hell would be removing wallpaper eternally. It’s right up there with ironing. Both these things have the potential to make me go batshit crazy!

But remove the wallpaper I did. And the room was painted. Except that the paint job was really sucky. Because the previous owners had painted little ugly as sin charming gold leaves on the walls, and because the walls weren’t primed before painting, the leaves bled through. And the bathroom has looked like crap ever since. To me. My husband and daughter have never minded.

After complaining about mentioning this for the past four years, I decided to finally do something about it. Myself. It’s entirely up to me because hubby does not consider this an urgent chore. Like I do. So I washed the walls, primed them and spent yesterday evening masking off areas that should not be painted. With my annoying loveable black cat under my feet. No matter what I’m working on, she’s always there sticking her nose into everything. You know what buttinskis cats can be.

And today is the big day. Where I get to put my painting skills to the test. Did I mention that I haven’t painted walls for over ten years? Yeah, that long. When I told hubby about my plans for this bathroom, he looked a little nervous and asked me if I know how to do this. I waved him away. “Pfffftttt... How hard can it be?”

We’ll find out, won’t we?