Thursday, 17 November 2011
Me and my staircase
It's practically become a love story. Me and my staircase. My staircase and me (I?). I spent an unholy amount of time bent down over those steps on both Saturday and Sunday, making sure all little corners were covered. One coat of primer, coat no.1 of paint, coat no.2 of paint, coat no.3 of paint... and I won't even go into the sanding work that was done before that... epic it was...
Mr Petit Filoux couldn't help you ask? Well he could and he tried. But the control freak monster peaked its dirty little head out and couldn't face the idea of anyone else touching the allmighty staircase. He just might not do it as well as me, you know? So in the end, he didn't get much of a chance to be fair. I took control, I made my bed and I lied in it. Four coats in total, left side down, up the stairs, right side down. My back was cripple by the end of it, and I swear I couldn't have faced doing a fifth coat, good job it didn't need it. But what can you do when you just can't let go? You keep your mouth shut and you get on with it.
Now all we're waiting for is for the carpet people to come back to fit the stair runner. And that will mark the end of the new flooring saga, the mayhem we've lived in for the last few weeks, the scary emptying of our bank accounts and the restoration of both my sanity and my craft life. Oh how I'm missed you!!