Still Painting Ceilings

2 completed, 1 has its first layer but not its edging, and the guest ceiling just has a giant splodge of plaint where I used up the remainder in the tray Wed. night.

It obviously makes sense to paint the ceilings first, but it's not the most rewarding kind of painting. The ceilings were white (if smudgy and dingy) before, and now, after all our hard work, they're... white. (Actually, a slightly yellowy white. You know my propensities.)

So we're starving for color. But I leave work early today, so we should be able to finish the downstairs ceilings at least and give one of the rooms its first coat of color.

We had our first meal at the house yesterday. It was Matt's birthday, so we had cheese and salami on a baguette on the front porch. It's a nice porch.

During the ceiling work, we've been swathing the fans in plastic to protect them from drips, which somehow makes me think of giant Miss Havishams--ghostly yet bridal. Except for the blue painter's tape. I'm pretty sure Miss H didn't accessorize with adhesives.