As you can see, the room is very tall, and since I don't do ladders, I had the criminal painter do this room for me.
I love to paint, but I know my limits.(The white spot you see in the center, isn't a ghostly orb, it is just another flaw in the cheapass camera).
I also had him paint the ceiling in the kitchen. I was STUNNED to see the difference. I thought the ceiling was white already. Wow. I guess all of my years of fabulous cooking took its toll on my ceiling.
BigD is usually annoyed when I forge ahead and have projects, that I have asked him to do for years, completed when he is away. But, this time...he was very happy to have this task completed. He is not a patient man, and when you have to gut a room of years worth of belongings, well, they have to go somewhere, so the rest of the place looks like a temporary junk yard. Believe me, it is much less stressful to do these things when he isn't around for a couple days. Call it self preservation on my part.
So, one room down, too many more to go.
18 years of boys in a house, well, lets just say, criminal painter needs to stay out of jail and on my speed dial.