Painting walls … truly a love/hate relationship here.
I. Hate. It.
The trim work, the drop cloths, applying all of that wretched blue tape, removing numerous switch plates, ceilings and corners (seriously?), removing the said wretched tape, cleaning brushes and rollers and paint pans (I don’t even do this anymore, I just throw them away), reattaching switch plates (a missing screw, what the?), up the ladder, down the ladder, step in the paint pan (insert the F bomb here), first coat, second coat, and a half day later you step back to realize it’s not even the color you thought it would be when it dried.
* sigh *
Did I mention I hate painting?
I know HATE is such a strong word and I always tell my kids to find a better word because nothing is quite that bad, maybe just misunderstood (?), but no misunderstanding here …
! i HATE it !
After all that, what’s left to love?
i LOVE …
the definitive beginning and end – especially the end.
my favorite musical motivation blaring through my headphones.
and if I’m really REALLY lucky … no. interruptions. (but that’s only possible if my painting is off-site, like another planet … or painting into the wee post bedtime/pre-dawn hours, which is my favorite time to paint for this reason alone).
The irony of all of this, is that I am a painter by nature.
My preferred method is wall murals and other commissioned large works of art.
This type of painting is entirely different and much more enjoyable,
from the beginning anticipation to the bittersweet end.
But either one … either way … love or hate …
it’s a project that I find incredibly rewarding.
What tasks are a love/hate thing for you?