Only thing, I had the ladder down and myself virtually trapped upstairs when I discovered that the remaining primer had thickened up a bit. I simply did not care to move the ladder to get downstairs for water to mix in, so I used it as-is. Didn't go very far and didn't go on well. Wouldn't have gone on well anyway, since that study ceiling is full of dips and curves and irregularities, not a flat surface in the place. Some of this is by design; some of it is due to the way the rafters have settled over the decades. None of it made working a roller any easier or more fun.
White Thing(s) No. 4: No, I didn't get the study ceiling pearly-whited in one coat. Didn't have enough paint left to do a full second coat (sigh of guilty relief), but kept myself plenty busy this afternoon noticing thin spots and spots where the sheen wasn't the same and so on, and coming to the rescue with roller and tray and another dollop of the "Pearly White." Of course, one doesn't, on that ceiling, notice the next problem area until one has taken all the tools down to the 2nd floor bathroom and has everything rinsed out and wet.
Third and final white thing for today was more primer, this time brushed on walls and woodwork where needed. Hope I got all the messy spots on the yellow wall on the east. I really need to get it painted tomorrow.
This all really is Boring White Stuff. Ever since the ceiling plaster started coming down in 2007, I've been looking forward to having it mended, whole, and repainted. Now it's done, and I don't feel much of a sense of accomplishment. Shouldn't it have been like this all along?
I'll likely feel better when all the drop cloths are out and the furniture is pushed back where it belongs. Hope I will, at least.
|A shot of what was there when I first looked at the house, just for fun|