Tuesday, January 22, 2008
click on photo for a detailed view of the stalactites
I don't know if you can tell by this photograph, but this is the last part of what I was scraping off of our bathroom ceiling. It's that stalactite sort of paint that you spackle on & it's supposed to cover up all the imperfections in the sheetrock that have been scarred & cracked over the last 40 years.
Ever since the rather large FIOS guy was wandering around our attic installing our fiber optics last Fall, I noticed some of this beautiful paint starting to pull away from our ceiling. In fact, right where the paint was pulling away, there was a sort of impression that looked like the same size & shape as a rather large shoe that nobody wears in this house- if you know what I mean, wink-wink. So, since then, I've been thinking about how easy it would be to just continue to peel off all of the paint & then I could re-spackle & sand & finish off the ceiling with a nice clean white paint... Yeah, right.
That's just how it always works around here when it comes to redoing anything in this old house-easy peasy.
Actually it did start off quite easy enough. I did feel some huge satisfaction when I began to peel away sizable pieces of paint without much effort. Only that was very short lived after several hours of knuckle scraping when I started wondering why I graduated college with a huge debt to pay off- for what, so I could be doing this? Why did I even go to college to begin with, I thought as I was well into the seventh hour of scraping & only about a quarter of the way into completing the entire ceiling. What did I even learn while I was there -except for maybe delusions of grandeur -that I would again be so bold as to think any project started in this house would be like a cake walk?
OK, whatever-It's over now, I did finish scraping & if you decide to stick around & check in now & again I will share with you the complete mini-renovation of our darling little bathroom.
Oh, & did I mention that as quaint & charming as our bath is, almost every child that uses it feels compelled to pull the shower curtain open upon entering so as to check & see what's lurking behind it? I laugh every time I am upstairs as I witness the sound of the metal curtain rings rapidly sliding across the metal bar as he or she anxiously waits to see if all is clear.