Paint in the ass

I've spent the past two weekends painting the great room in the house I just moved into. I hate to admit it, but I've never painted any of the places I've lived in...ever. I guess I hadn't considered that I was maybe biting off more than I could chew by starting with such a large room.

The main reason I decided to paint - and start with this particular room - was that the owners had randomly painted in certain areas all over to cover up imperfections before I moved in. While I think they used the original paint color (the cans are in the basement), they didn't account for any fading that occurred over the years since it had last been painted. Suffice it to say, their touch up job looked like crap.

Anyhow, I had no idea it would take this long to paint the room. Besides just being a giant room, I have curved walls and other neat architectural details to deal with (25 foot ceilings in some areas). I really love those details but it sure makes painting a pain in the ass. I don't think it helps that I chose a darker color and have had to apply more than one coat in areas to completely cover the walls.

If I thought virtual clutter was enough to drive me batty, living in a painting project in-progress has definitely put me there.