Well, yesterday's rain held off long enough for me to get one coat of paint on the hutch and desktop. It takes 24 hours to dry under the best conditions, but the late evening and overnight rain didn't help. And it's cold AND rainy today, so I guess one coat is all I can hope for this weekend.
Interesting thing about painting--some people are scared to death of it. I was listening to a discussion the other night about how expensive it was going to be to have my church's foyer and hallways professionally painted. We're in a bit of a financial crisis right now, and every penny counts. We're a small church, mind you, in a rather plain building that has no fancy soaring ceilings or architectural ornaments that would be hard to negotiate when painting. (Inside, at least.) Knowing our financial situation, I broached the idea of painting it ourselves. Seemed rather simple to me. Ironically, it appeared to be the men on the committee who rejected the idea immediately. "We're terrible painters!" they said, almost in unison. "We can't cut a straight line," "We get more paint on ourselves than on the wall," etc. (There's a new-fangled tool for sloppy painters; it's called "painter's tape.")
Fine, I responded. Let the women do it. (Having had a paint brush and roller thrust in my hands at a young age, I never even knew there were people who did this professionally til I was grown.) Well, suffice it to say that the majority decided it was more important to have a "professional" job done than "take a chance" on any of us poor volunteers. Too bad. We could've saved ourselves a chunk of dough and gotten just as nice a job, if you ask me. If I hadn't known these folks so well, I'd have thought they were being sexist in their remarks. But I don't think that even entered their minds. They just figure if they're terrible painters, everyone else must be, too.
Interesting thing about painting--some people are scared to death of it. I was listening to a discussion the other night about how expensive it was going to be to have my church's foyer and hallways professionally painted. We're in a bit of a financial crisis right now, and every penny counts. We're a small church, mind you, in a rather plain building that has no fancy soaring ceilings or architectural ornaments that would be hard to negotiate when painting. (Inside, at least.) Knowing our financial situation, I broached the idea of painting it ourselves. Seemed rather simple to me. Ironically, it appeared to be the men on the committee who rejected the idea immediately. "We're terrible painters!" they said, almost in unison. "We can't cut a straight line," "We get more paint on ourselves than on the wall," etc. (There's a new-fangled tool for sloppy painters; it's called "painter's tape.")
Fine, I responded. Let the women do it. (Having had a paint brush and roller thrust in my hands at a young age, I never even knew there were people who did this professionally til I was grown.) Well, suffice it to say that the majority decided it was more important to have a "professional" job done than "take a chance" on any of us poor volunteers. Too bad. We could've saved ourselves a chunk of dough and gotten just as nice a job, if you ask me. If I hadn't known these folks so well, I'd have thought they were being sexist in their remarks. But I don't think that even entered their minds. They just figure if they're terrible painters, everyone else must be, too.
posted by Tif at 1:54 PM
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Yeah, we're also good at waxing floors, too!
Right she is! Too bad, though--all that sliding around on our derrieres didn't seem to have an impact on their size. (At least, on mine.)
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