The floor is now painted, and boy what a mini adventure it created. It is going to be hard to describe, so bear with me as I take you through the experience.
A few days ago we had an usually warm afternoon and decided to take advantage of the ideal painting temperatures. We had left over paint from the back porch, so all we had to do was apply. Painting a floor is relatively easy: its a large flat surface, with only a few corners to cut in. With a standard paint brush and large foam roller, we could easily do the entire porch floor surface in 30 minutes or less.
The key to painting a floor is making sure you paint yourself out of the room. It would be a disaster to paint yourself in a corner and have to crawl through a window. Thankfully we didn’t do that.
What we did do was leave all of the windows open for ventilation (oil paint is super stinky, and takes hours and hours to fully dry). So, once we had painted ourselves out of the room, we then had to figure out a way to get back in the room to close the windows without stepping on the floor.
Why not just leave the windows open overnight? Well we could, but we like the extra security the (locked) enclosed porch and windows gives to the front of the house. Additionally, we were concerned that the outside temperature may dramatically drop in the night (as it tends to do this time of year), or that dew would come in through the window screens, thus ruining the floor, or at the very least, extending the drying time. And when you are so close to being finished with a project, the last thing you want to do is sit and watch paint dry.
So, at almost 10:00 that night, we decided to go on Mission: Close the Windows. (Cue the Mission Impossible theme song.)
First, Ross very carefully leaned over to the front glass door, keeping both feet on the inside of the house.
Then he had to work up momentum to hurl his body over on to the skinny little threshhold, unlock the door, and step safely on to the front step.
Then, because I am obviously more cat like and agile (or just smaller), I leaped over onto the front step, then very carefully wrapped by body around the corner to step up on to the closest window sill. Once there, I had to plaster my body against the wall, while simulatenously closing each window as I worked my way around the room, and then back to the door. I really wish we had a video of the whole ordeal. Alas, we do not. But we would be happy to reenact it for you any time you come over.
Anyway, once waiting a couple of days for the floor to completely dry, it was just a matter of hanging the crown molding (we used the same fancy corners as on the back porch), and installing the baseboards. We cranked both of those steps out in one “date night.” That’s right, our date nights involve construction and homemade pizza and my night in shining armor carries a nail gun.
There is the special project I mentioned a while back that I need your help on. Here is a hint:
We have considered high gloss black (to match the shutters and light pole), dark navy (to pull from the blue-hue in the grey floor and pull colors from the living room), red (classic and timeless), or some undetermined color. We want to stick with a more traditional color, rather than going wild like the yellow door on the back of the house, to enhance the historic classiness of our house.
And because it is officially Christmastime in our household (decoration pictures coming soon!), here is a wreath shot: