Last time I wrote about my Retro Den Ashelys, they had left me with some serious homework.
- Paint the Fireplace
- Order a couch
- Buy some greenery
I decided to tackle the fireplace first. It seemed a relatively simple task, one that I could handle on my own and reap immediate benefits in terms of feeling like the room was continuing its transformation. The girls were very helpful over text, informing me what kind of paint to buy, and giving a little direction on the color. Semi-gloss, soft white but not white white.
I browsed the whites a bit at Home Depot. Who knew there were so many shades of white? I’m not one to get too hung up on decisions like this. If I bought the wrong white, I figured I would just get more and repaint it. Once I was satisfied that my Eggshell white was the right shade, I had the ladies behind the counter mix up a small can of it. I also bought one of the painter’s kits that comes with rollers, brushes and a paint tray. All set.
This stop had been the last of a few errands I ran that evening. I had been to the grocery store and one other place I can’t remember right now – all that to say, I had more than one bag I was carrying inside. Both because of my several stops, and also because I’m a one-trip-in-from-the-car kind of gal.
I also had an extra dog staying with me because Chap was out of town. These two things combined into one very messy start of this project. I was walking into the house, 42 bags in each hand, determined to make it to the kitchen table with them all. I’m certain I could have, if not for the two rowdy, hungry and easily excitable dogs running around my feet. I set my left hand’s load down on the kitchen table, and the right on a kitchen chair. I managed to do it in just the right place that as soon as I let go, the bag with the can of paint in it fell to the floor. The lid came off. White (but not white white) paint started slowly spreading across the hardwood floor.
Clean it up before it dries.
Corral the dogs.
That was my basic train of thought as the white pool slowly expanded away from the chair. I decided before mopping, I should wipe up some of the bulk of the mess. Then I realized I needed to put the lid back on it. Decided I would do that with a towel in hand. So, I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a white towel, ran back to the spill and scooped up the can and lid, still mostly in the bag. I dropped the bag and can in the kitchen sink (not the best decision of this series), and went back to mop up more of the bulk of the mess. Once the thick of it was on the towels, I threw them into the washer (again, not totally great thought process but I was so fixated on mopping). I managed to scare the dogs enough with my frantic screaming and running around that they hovered together in the mud room.
It took me two mop buckets of water to really get all the film up. But I was pretty satisfied with my efforts and results. Major catastrophe avoided. Until I realized I still had a kitchen sink and washer to deal with. The soaking wet towels in the washer was the worst of the sequence. I took a big trash bag and just scooped them up and tossed into the trash. It was not worth it to me to try to salvage those. The kitchen sink was fairly easy to clean.
The two biggest tragedies of this fiasco are that no one was able to witness this mess or take pictures of the frantic cleanup. The second is that I now have white paint on my beautiful black Lululemon running jacket.
The best thing to come of this? I had exactly enough paint, down to almost the last drop, left in that little can to cover the fireplace. The Ashelys got to partake in my fiasco via text, and were very helpful in directing where the white paint should go. Not inside the fireplace, and not on the floor bricks. Just the wall bricks. It’s beautiful, and was so satisfying a task to complete on my own, with a little texting help from my friends.
Stay tuned for more house updates, homework completions and furniture!