Well, I spent most of the weekend paint-spattered and sore, but the hallway is (but for a couple of touch-ups) done!
We went from this:
While it’s not readily apparent, I did paint all the trim and doors in a brighter white. Given that the color turned out a bit darker than expected, I wanted to make sure we had the whitest white to help brighten things up as much as possible.
And since I was painting the doors anyway, I used wood filler in a couple spots. Then a couple more spots. Then I decided to say screw it and patch up the numerous — numerous — thumbtack holes left in the doors by a previous resident. Lest you fail to appreciate just how many holes there were, here’s the hall closet door all wood-filler-ed up:
I also patched up the bottom of the bathroom door. I of course forgot a before pic, but it was pretty bad. There was about a six square inch area on the inside corner of the door that had been chipped away and was showing the wood color underneath. The outside corner was pretty badly chipped away too. And in the middle the bottom was starting to curl out slightly in a couple of spots.
I evened it all out as best I could, and while it’s still far from perfect, the damage isn’t eye-catching anymore.
As you can see in the picture, the bathroom floor is riddled with drips that I’ll need to mop up, and there are still some spots that need touching up — including getting out the green paint from the other wall because the new colors ran over the edge a little bit in a couple of spots.
But by and large I think we can call this project done. Woot!
I will say that I learned one lesson from this job — one that will always stick with me: Wear glasses when painting a ceiling.
Painting a ceiling is a pain in the arse. Painting a white ceiling a slightly different shade of white is something of a nightmare. But the worst part was when I had paint drip into the corner of my eye.
It’s every bit as painful and terrifying as it sounds.
It should have been easy to deal with. Just wash out the eye, right? Well, I had my contacts in. So I had to get the right one out before I could rinse out my eye. But in order to get my contact out, I had to remove a rather a massive amount of paint off my hands. So I spent a good minute and a half just scrubbing my hands, saying “Owowowowow” tearfully and trying not to panic.
Eventually my hands were clean enough to remove the contact, then Tim got me to hop in the shower and use the spray to wash everything out. Then I jumped out of the shower and got the remaining bit of paint out. And then just to be safe I flushed the area with a ton of saline solution.
I called my optometrist and my friend who’s a physician’s assistant to make sure I didn’t need to get seen. Both said it was fine as long as I’d gotten everything out, and to only worry if the irritation didn’t die down. So I breathed a sigh of relief. By which I meant I went and rinsed with saline solution at least four more times throughout the course of the day. Because I’m paranoid like that.
What’s the worst thing that’s happened to you during a home improvement project?