After “Starting” and “Progressing” with the decorating in the passage, I left you with a hint of colour to come… Vanilla Sundae didn’t dissapoint.
I have a very hands on approach to painting, I don’t mind getting messy at all so if I touch the brush or roller to somewhere the paint isn’t supposed to go, I generally wipe it off quickly with a finger or thumb and continue painting. I don’t use a rag to wipe my hands on, I wear them …
This very aptly named paint was true to its name, it was thick and gloopy, and just like painting the walls with vanilla ice cream, but once I got the hang of it, we got along fine, and with all the previous preparation I had put in, it only needed one coat so that was a big bonus.
I had wrapped the radiator in clingfilm to protect it, and taken the banister rail off the wall so once everything was unwrapped and replaced, we had to wait for covid to allow us to go carpet shopping.
We found a local flooring shop, and after comparing prices with a big chain carpet store, went back to the local one and made arrangements for fitting. …..
It’s been a long time getting this far, but I’m almost happy with it.
I’ll be getting the electric saw out to trim the back gate before the summer is up, so I’ll take little off the bottom of the airing cupboard door at the same time, to make it open easier…..
Then all I have to do is finish cleaning up and sealing the old quarry tiles behind the front door.
With the “Passage started“, and the doors, doorframes and daedo rail glossed, all other decorating apart from the passage was put on hold (baring emergencies), especially so because there was one big part of the decorating which I wasn’t looking forward to and I know all too well that if I started something else, I would put off finishing the rest of the passage indefinitely.
Since we moved in, the floorboards on the landing and passage floors have been bouncing, and radiator pipes have been making creaking noises. In normal conditions, even I can’t justify taking up any old carpet just to see what’s underneath so I was looking forward to the excuse to poke around and have a good look at what was under the floorboards before we get new carpet. I dangled this treat like a carrot in front of my lack of enthusiasm to paint the top half of the walls and the ceilings and once I got started, I was fine, there’s something quite satisfying about watching the pollyfiller dissappear behind the paint as you roller over it.
Underneath the carpet was the very welcome view of good underlay. Hubby has enjoyed enormously the directions I added to help put the underlay back down in the right place, narrating his travels and following my directions expertly as he went “up” and “down” the stairs, and in and out of the “bathroom”. The house had been rented out for seven years before we bought it and the carpets had been quite badly treated by the “Tenant’s cats“, however, the carpets must have been laid by professional carpet fitters because the fitting showed none of the signs of “dodgy D. I. Y” found throuout the rest of the house … including the plumbing for the heating and radiators underfoot.
To be fair, the original pipes for the heating look like a professional job, done by the sort of professional who would poke little slithers of wood between any pipes which were touching and were likely to cause a creaking noise once the heating went on. The adjustments to said heating is where the shoddy workmanship came into play.
I’m guessing the heating pipe’s positions were discovered by a bit of trial and error as some of the floorboards were cut into tiny lengths, whilst some others were just broken as they were crowbarred up from the joists. All’s well that ends well, I cut some new lengths of floorboards to replace short or broken pieces, and packed the pipes with heatproof felt before putting them in place with screws for easier future access if needed. Then I went to play downstairs in the passage.
Again the welcome sight of good underlay will help the budget no end when choosing the new carpet. I’m glad we hadn’t already changed the carpet when we had the new radiators fitted, you can see the water marks on the floorboards downstairs from where the radiator plumber left pools of water on the carpet. Needless to say we haven’t invited said plumber to return…..
With the pipes separated with the felt, I secured the wobbly floorboard pieces and replaced the underlay ready to paint the skirting. I did however, enjoy the peek underneath the floor down to the foundations… Do you want a peep? …
Just one little bit more exploring to do before the painting the skirting… The vinyl tiles behind the front door… They’re more than a bit yuk… But look at what’s been hiding underneath. …..
The red tiles are going to need a lot of tlc to bring them back to life… But I’ve scratched off the layers of red, black and white paint from the sides, and given them a bit of a scrub. I’ll finish the rest of the passage and then look deeper into restoring them to their former glory.
Meanwhile, back upstairs …
I put the underlay back in place and set about the remaining banister spindles and skirting board with my little scraper and a paintbrush. Scraping and painting, painting and scraping, until I was happy with the quality of the foundation I had laid. Then after one last check, I hoovered up as many dust particles as possible and got out the gloss paint.
Since the main symptom my body uses to tell me anything is wrong is a headache, it’s no surprise really that I get one while painting. Undercoat isn’t too bad, but gloss fumes, without precautions… Bang… Migraine. Learning by previous mistakes has taught me that lighting a candle or two while painting burns away the fumes, and drinking milk coats the stomach enough to stop an icky feeling while the candle gets to work.
I almost followed the advice I gave to Middle Daughter during her latest D. I. Y venture… coffee is almost milk.
Painting woodwork is not even bottom of my list of things I enjoy doing, it’s somewhere about six feet under it, but the finish it gives to the decorating, to me, is worth the woodwork painting. That nice white frame seems to set off the whole picture beautifully.
I’m so close now… The floorboards no longer bounce, the heating pipes haven’t stopped creaking completely, but are way better than they were. The pollyfiller has worked its magic, and the white paint on the walls above the daedo rail and ceiling looks almost good. I have a dark grey carpet in mind but Hubby’s a bit worried it will make the whole passage look too dark so next I’ll add my trump card… A nice bright splash of colour on the bottom of the walls. The brighter I paint the walls… The darker I can have the carpet. All we have to do then is wait for the carpet shop to open up again after lockdown.
I woke up this morning with a feeling that has escaped me for a while. I had been dreamming again, but not the usual foreboding dreams of late, one with a bit of hope maybe?
There was no alarm, I have a couple of weeks off, a couple of weeks I wasn’t looking forward to as the plan had been to visit the Girls and Grandson, like that was going to happen… So I have a couple of weeks with no visits or visitors, no coffee and cakes with friends, but now also no shop, no colleagues and no customers who have become a lifeline to my mental state of mind. With my two weeks holidays looming on the horizon I’ve been like a bear, unable to hibernate, and one with a sore head at that… Poor Hubby…
I haven’t had my jab yet, but it’s going to be my turn in the foreseeable future. ….
In my dream, I was living in an underground, quite desolate world where everything seemed to be matt black in colour, quite like an empty stage with no props. My dream began with me sitting in a chair not unlike a dentists chair, after just having an implant in my right forarm, lines like a circuit board started to show on my arm and as I glanced down at strange red markings which had appeared, I watched them come alive with colours as I moved my wrist. A group of excited people caught my attention as they ran past laughing and smiling, I followed, and learning by watching the others, I became able to create illusions with the flick of my wrist, and these illusions gradually became a new reality…
I’m not one for political conversations, I have my preferences, and some of my opinions are very strong, but the will to impose my preferences and opinions on others is not strong at all so I usually just watch and listen from the sidelines… And vote with my feet.
I’d been following the Brexit unfolding, and of course the virus information quite closely including the downing Street briefing from yestetday where the latest “Road map” for finding our way back to normality was unveiled. I wonder if the briefing with its plan laid out to follow has given me some new hope that we can soon see families again, and share coffee and cakes with friends, and of course, the jab in my arm to help me turn it to reality speaks for itself.
I got up and wandered down to the kitchen, gazing out onto the garden as I usually do. The sun had just come up. The sky in the background was blue, the wind was blowing quite hard yes, but it was blowing pink fluffy clouds across the top of my garden wall. The “Crazy patio” was drying out after the recent rains and the upcoming daffodils were dancing about in the wind.
The get-up-and-go which has eluded me of late seems to have found its way back home, after a couple of coffees, I set about the second part of decorating the “Passage“. I pulled up the landing carpet and started to explore underneath the broken floorboards to investigate the creaking radiator pipes.