It's poop, right? What else can it be? It's stuck to the drywall that was cut out from the ceiling of the downstairs bathroom.
The good news: it's old. The bad news: there's a lot of it.
I've cleaned it. But ewwwwwwww. Gag. Blehhhhh. Can't the gross just be over?
Today I worked on the downstairs bathroom for most of the day.
This tub will be nice one day.
I mostly want to remember the color - today I am priming.
Ready for whatever palette Bill decides on...too many of my brain cells have died via Kilz.
I needed to do something that would feel good at the end of the day so I swept and mopped this room with Murphy's Oil as per my mother's advice. I have to say, that stuff is magic. When I see all the ugly paint lines in the room I'm priming, I just walk over to this room with the clean floor...tomorrow the baseboard guys come back so it'll be a mess again...but that just means I get to make it shiny again.
Oh no. I HAVE lost my mind.
Before we lay the really cool floor Bill let me pick out, I primed the subfloor with Kilz...because, ya know, I'm killin' it.
See what I did there?
I'm just a barrel of laughs today.
THIS.
Lastly, I have to send a shout out to my friend, Tom, for bringing by these gifts and tools to borrow. I've been using them for one day and they make a world of difference when you are painting a whole house.
Good tray and roller handle.
It makes a difference!!
Crappy tray and roller.
Looking forward to trying these out.
And the sheets...again with the sheets. I LOVE THEM ALL. Thank you, Connie, and everyone who gave me sheets. My life is infinitely easier.