Let’s call it done. It’s not. Our deck is still being painted. Apparently, an enormous deck with a million slats takes awhile to do. All of this is making me so very glad that we didn’t attempt to tackle this job on our own. I’ve had someone here scraping/washing/painting for the last 3 weeks solid, I think. I am way, way too lazy for that.
And here is an updated photo of my house. No, it’s still not done. The painters keep getting slowed down by rain.
The blue changes depending on the light. Sometimes it looks very dark blue, in these shots it looks lighter than I think it is in real life.
Now that the house is being freshened up with a new coat of paint, we are tackling the rest of our yard. Yesterday we had a giant pile of mulch delivered. So, after their homework was done I made the kids go out and shovel bark. “Made” doesn’t sound very friendly. I forced them to with angry words and threatening hand gestures.
Although, I did most of the work when they were at school, to tell you the truth. And got another sunburn on top of my five old sunburns because of it. I’m supposed to avoid sunlight because of one of my antibiotics, but… I keep thinking if I put on SPF 1000 and wear a giant sun hat that I can go in the sun, however after about a half hour my skin is screaming, “HAVE MERCY, WOMAN!!! IT BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNS! IT BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNS!!”
How does one avoid the sun? Sure, I can get my hermit on during the winter, but during spring? I need to exercise and help in the yard and push Kitty on the swing and take girls to soccer games. It is turning out much more difficult than I thought it would be.
ANYWAY, when the kids came home I tried to force them to finish the job for me since my skin still hates me a lot. But instead of spreading the bark, they mostly stood on top of the pile and had sword fights with their rakes. Alas.
Do you want to see a wee little piece of my new blue-er house?
Just the shutters and trim are left before it is completed. Oodle-lolly!!
They took the shutters down to paint them. Don’t the windows look much smaller without the shutters? If windows are the houses eyes, shutters are the house’s eyelashes. Pemberley needs eyelashes.
Disregard all the bikes and helmets and scooters and riding toys. Our front yard is our backyard, and the kids aren’t great at putting away their stuff. (We don’t have a backyard, just a whoooooole lot of front yard.) Actually, the yard is kind of a disaster in every way, but I proclaim this year will be the Year of the Yard. It will be prettified! It must be prettified!! There will be landscaping and curb appeal happening this year. Yea and Verily!!
So let it be written, so let it be done.
DAMAGE! Something just occurred to me… when I was diagnosed with MS, I decided I was going to milk the H out of it and use the diagnosis to get out of allsortsa crap I didn’t want to do. Things like standing on a ladder and scraping paint off my house. “Sorry, I can’t. I have MS.” Or stuff like running marathons or doing pioneer treks. “Nope, I can’t go to Girls Camp, Bishop. I’ve got the MS.”
Now I can’t do that anymore. Snap! I guess the benefits of being able to walk will comfort me as I mourn losing my Golden Ticket For Getting out of EVERYTHING.
Sorry about that tangent. I was thinking about how I could never stand up on a ladder scraping paint off my second story, and then I thought, “Well, maybe I could, I’m not as dizzy as I used to be.” (And really, Yay! for that.) But, I’m still pretty sure I would manage to kill myself while undertaking that task.
I bought paint for the house today. Phillipsburg blue. And I’ve been staring at it on the house for what? A month? Totally sure it was the right choice, very happy with it, very confident it would make Pemberley look amazing. And yet the second I paid for the twenty-something gallons of paint, I started to panic that it was going to be too dark or too blue or not dark enough or too gray and that I would hate it and be stuck with an ugly house that I can’t afford to repaint.
It will work out, though. The white trim paint we inherited is so bad, like dreadfully awful, I have to wonder what type of paint they used in the first place. And so that alone will be a tremendous improvement. I have had to creatively angle my pictures outside so that you wouldn’t notice how bad the trim was. It was really, really bad. Did you notice? I probably wasn’t as sneaky as I thought.