Category: painting
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refinish
Our Little Red House was built in the 1950s. The kitchen cabinets are original. I want to replace the cabinets under the counter, but I want to keep the cabinets above the counter and over the range. I’ll have to refinish them if I keep them but I have no experience whatsoever refinishing woodwork like Read.
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paint rules
The first rule of painting a room is: Cover the floor. Your superpower is not painting without drippage. You will drip. Even if you could be as careful as you think you are, nobody has the intensity to be that careful for the hours and hours it takes to paint a room. You are going Read.
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grassy
I love yard work! Wow, do I ever love yard work! I love yard work so much, I did it all Sunday afternoon, and man did I have a good time! I wish I were doing it right now! This just in: The power of positive thinking is a load of crap. Yard work sucks, Read.
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biffy
I’ve been trying to paint the walls in our bathroom since Sunday. It turns out there’s a pretty good reason some paint costs thirteen bucks a gallon and some of it costs over thirty bucks a gallon. I also learned that you should always buy the expensive stuff when you’re painting your bathroom, unless you’re Read.
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don’t
A few words about shellac, in case you think you might ever use it to finish and unfinished item of furniture: Don’t do it. But, if you do, don’t underestimate its power to frustrate you. First of all, it takes forever to dry. The label on the can says you should wait an hour for Read.
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stuff
I just finished flushing out the plumbing from the basement sink again. Thought I’d mention that and get it out of the way. The rest of this post is free of plumbing emergencies. No, really. I should have gotten my hair cut on Saturday but I didn’t because I was too busy doing other things. Read.
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Up
I didn’t intend to spend all afternoon painting the house but somehow that’s what I ended up doing. It started with the gable over the garage roof. I’ve let that go for quite a while, under pretense of various excuses too ridiculous to try to explain, but because it’s already the third week in September Read.
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Honeydew
Day after Labor Day, back to the grindstone. Oh, wait. I’m still on seven-day weekends. Never mind. Or not. I’ve still got some yard work to do before the snow flies, and from the way the weather’s been acting that’s probably going to be at about noon on Thursday. I’ve pledged that I will finish Read.
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Covered
I’ve always had this far-away, make-believe kind of idea that I might be able to finish painting the house some day. Actually, in most of my “Thank God I’m Finished!” house-painting fantasies I slap the last coat of paint on just moments before I suffer a massive cardiac infarction, or some similar mortally final lightning Read.
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Paint Guilt
I passed a couple of quiet hours yesterday afternoon pursuing our never-ending attempt to repaint the house. You read that right: I said painting the house. We started the enterprise almost two years ago after inquiring of several professional painters how much they would charge us for them to paint our house instead of us, Read.
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