Once the drywall was finished, we got to work on painting.
First 15 gallons of drywall primer (thank God for you BJR!).
Then lots of good old Sherwin Williams (thank you to the Coldwater Sherwin Williams for all your help in mixing and resupplying us).
I think it was day three of painting that BJR said, it feels like groundhog day.
He nailed it.
We did nothing but paint for six days straight. We do make a good team in the paint department — even though we don’t always agree on what kind of music to listen to. I do the majority of the slow and tedious cut in and BJR does the majority of rolling.
Never before, in all my years of adulting, have I ever painted walls white. I always thought white was boring.
Another example of never say never.
I envision the entire inside of the farmhouse bathed in white. After quite a bit of pinteresting, and researching warm whites, I went with Sherwin Williams’ Ice Cube. Sounds chilly, but it’s a warm white.
I now know that white is challenging to paint. It’s hard to see where you have been or where you are going — some of that could be attributed to the fact that we only had one hot outlet, along with one construction light to use, or the fact that it was cloudy out most of the days we painted, but it required paying super close attention.
The mudroom — part of the ‘forever’ house — was the first to get the white.
Because the garage will be our primary living space for the next two years, while we renovate the original farmhouse, I wanted to add some stronger color there to help break-up the vastness of the space.
The garage bathroom got doused in African Gray.
And the east wall, and half of the south wall, which are on the platform section of the garage, got painted Software gray.
If you are paying attention, you will also see that once the paint was dry, BJR could start putting in the outlets and light fixtures (more on light fixtures in another post).
No sooner than we got to feeling on top of painting the walls, the trim got delivered and needed priming and painting.
Because we don’t want the new addition to look like a new addition, we replicated the house’s original, simple 5″ trim boards. This is what we were trying to mimic.
We didn’t want any mitered corners. Today I will begin filling all the nail holes and putting on the last coat of trim. I am stalling in making yet another paint run.
It has not been a traditional holiday weekend around here. We worked Thanksgiving morning and moved boxes with the help of family — we DVR’ed the parade and watched it later, just at 9 pm instead of 9 am.
Thank you to Coop, Ashlee, and the Gaines family for all that hard work… We are so thankful for family that shows up when you need them!
We got 80 percent of our belongings out of the old house and into the new basement. So our boxes have heat. Whoop whoop. And my husband has his beer fridge in the basement. The beer fridge in the house makes for a happy husband.
We are now down to the wire, trying to get ready for the upcoming week. The flooring is getting installed. The kitchen cabinets are supposed to be in as well. There should be a lot of progress once the floors are in. We can call the plumbers back out to get all the water lines hooked up and turned on. The HVAC will come back once more as well. The electrician can come and do the rest of the switches and three-ways. So… we are almost there. Praying that will be the case. Frankly, I need it to be the case. I am still flaring and running on fumes. Forgive me for plans cancelled or postponed and special occasions I have failed to recognize — it’s not you, it’s me. 😉
One very simple fact remains: there is no place I would rather be. I love this dirt road farm. I love this next chapter of our time together. And I am choosing to still be havin’ a ball. I have got my bloodshot eyes on the prize.
I think we should have one hell of a party, and more than a fair share of champagne and Coors Light, when we get our occupancy permit.
Happy belated Thanksgiving from our DRF…
Let us run with endurance the race
that is set before us,
fixing our eyes on Jesus the author
and finisher of our faith.