Okay, so I don't talk about it a lot, but we have been really working on renovating. The house is 150 years old, and it is finally starting to take shape. One thing that really bothered me was the molding. The beautiful molding around two door frames had been painted a color I've never seen on wood in my life. You know that gold fiestaware?
Yes, somebody had painted the molding on those two doors that color. It was shiny just like the fiestawear. Why would somebody do that to beautiful wood door frames?
That needed to be stripped. It was butt ugly.
Yeah. I was talking about wood stripping.
Get your mind out of the gutter, for heaven's sake.
It's cold here!
Good news is that another day of work should see that part of the job done. After months of structural repairs (assisted by brother in law Dave), ripping out a fireplace (with a FORMICA mantel, for the good Lord's sake!) jacking the house up, replacing beams, ripping out bathrooms, and kitchens, rewiring, ripping down crumbling plaster and lathe, drywalling, that sort of thing, now we are painting. Wow. Does that ever make a difference! It's turning out beautifully. We were looking at carpeting the other day.
Seems impossible that we've finally gotten to that point.