Painting the Family Room

There comes a point when the arm won't move anymore, the paint brush freezes and you wonder why your wrist has stopped cracking because it has seized up. No one told us that being over forty would result in unusual noises when you stood up, knelt down or farted. We wouldn't have finished the room without Carol's parents lending a hand, there are some things that are beyond us now. It's not old age that has done this to us, it is the act of digging. Andrew's back stops him from doing ceilings, he has spend most evenings this week submerged in a hot bath like some perverse Kermit the Frog. Andrew can can do a mean floor and skirting but ceilings are simply an arm length too much. It feels as the brushes are being washed, left to dry on the sink, that we have been on a long journey with the family room, from the halcyon days of open fire in little old lady land...

Before and after in designing a room #decor #lifeonpigrow

...to the carnage of no ceilings but plenty of dust. Then the reveal of stone walls under crumbling plaster that gave up the ghosts of the past.

We went from this to that #decor #lifeonpigrow

We went from this to that #decor #lifeonpigrow

So, finally, tired, aching and wanting to crawl into bed, we have gone from this...

We went from this to that #decor #lifeonpigrow

...to this...

We went from this to that #decor #lifeonpigrow

...from that...

We went from this to that #decor #lifeonpigrow

...to this...

The final room is revealed

...and breathe out. The sheer amount of work that has gone into this room is staggering, we have had a full rewire, new heating, new ceilings, new walls, new plaster, new windowsill, cleaned up the beam, boxed in, painted blue, stripped and waxed, varnished and polished our knees, knuckles and brains to a nub, all in this room. Don't forget the carpet, no one can forget that carpet, it survived everything thrown at it but in the end succumbed to moths, a toddler with the shits, and silver fish. We have scraped, chipped and brushed ourselves into a new room. Now, we will fill it with our things once more and fall asleep on the couches. Cheer and let us know that we have done a good job, we may hear you as we snore.

1 comments:

  1. Well done! I am currently chipping the plaster off every wall in this house. She may only be a 1960s council build but my gosh have the years slapped on some unusual decorating choices on her (red and green bathroom anyone?)

    Andrew I have greatest of sympathies for you! As a fellow bad backer I understand the fact that nothing above shoulder height exists anymore; thank goodness for my little step!

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