Thursday, April 13, 2006
Blue. Period.
Many years ago, when Damaris and Sterling were sweet wee tiny tots, my dad had a house-painting business. Since we were living with my folks at the time, I and a couple of my brothers were invited to participate in same.
I learned enough about painting to become very picky and snobby about how it should properly be done. One main important point is...not by me. Because although I am reasonably decent at it, I am also apparently homozygous for the glop-attractor gene.
Want proof? I am sitting here now with paint on all four limbs, my face, my glasses and possibly just a dab in my eye...AND I WASN'T EVEN THE ONE PAINTING!
Mike and I have gotten a good early start on the three day CleanUpFixUpPaintUp weekend. He spent quite a bit of time this past week finding the pieces of the yard swing and assembling it, and yesterday we picked out some paint for it.
He had papers down under it and everything, and we were all set to go once it stopped being 91 degrees outside. BUT I had forgotten the seat part of the disassembled swing had been on the ground during our recent lawn fire....
So Mike painted the frame while I took the burned and weather rotted slats off the seat. He's somewhat splattery himself now, but he has an excuse. All I was doing was stirring, showing him how to correctly get paint on one's implements of mass pigmentation, and then at the end closing the lid by banging on it with the pliers. Which is how the spray to the face part happened.
At least we were using the blue paint. It's a darn close match to the color I dyed my hair this afternoon.
I learned enough about painting to become very picky and snobby about how it should properly be done. One main important point is...not by me. Because although I am reasonably decent at it, I am also apparently homozygous for the glop-attractor gene.
Want proof? I am sitting here now with paint on all four limbs, my face, my glasses and possibly just a dab in my eye...AND I WASN'T EVEN THE ONE PAINTING!
Mike and I have gotten a good early start on the three day CleanUpFixUpPaintUp weekend. He spent quite a bit of time this past week finding the pieces of the yard swing and assembling it, and yesterday we picked out some paint for it.
He had papers down under it and everything, and we were all set to go once it stopped being 91 degrees outside. BUT I had forgotten the seat part of the disassembled swing had been on the ground during our recent lawn fire....
So Mike painted the frame while I took the burned and weather rotted slats off the seat. He's somewhat splattery himself now, but he has an excuse. All I was doing was stirring, showing him how to correctly get paint on one's implements of mass pigmentation, and then at the end closing the lid by banging on it with the pliers. Which is how the spray to the face part happened.
At least we were using the blue paint. It's a darn close match to the color I dyed my hair this afternoon.
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