Covered in paint, and happy as can be

The great thing about moving into a house that is finished to your liking is that the list of TO-DOs shrinks considerably. Or it would, if you weren't me. Who is obsessed with all things home improvement and has an unhealthy addiction to Google and Pinterest. You can bet that my search terms include descriptions of every nook and cranny of my house and yard, and I am leaving no stone unturned. Every inch of my new home is subject to improvement, whether I ever get around to it is another story.

But we've been there for a little over a month, and the first thing I wanted to do is probably the LAST thing other people do. I wanted to paint my basement. Who cares about the basement, you might say? Well, true, I don't. Now. But when I have kids and they go downstairs to play? Or when I need to relocate my craft room down there? When I can't find that specific Christmas ornament because the bins aren't stacked and labeled?

We can't afford to finish the basement right now, but we can paint it. And the previous owners did start it, so we are using their leftover paint. And now is the perfect time to do it, before we have completely moved in and filled the basement with our crap. So we spent two weekends painting the ceiling white, and it brightens the room up already. Granted, it's a huge pain in the ass. I ended up having to climb on a chair with little rollers, brushes, and paint pads to get around the pipes, wires, and rusty nails. And the untreated wood just soaks it up like a sponge so it needs a billion coats. But you know what?

It's my yoga. It's my meditation. It's my time to say, peace out husband. Sayanara dog. I'm going downstairs, closing the door (the dog likes to get into trouble and eat paint covered garbage), and putting on my audio book. Or Pandora. Or the Hamilton soundtrack. And I'm going to paint until my arm falls off and I run out of paint. I'm going to work on this room until the people at Home Depot know me on a first name basis and my bank account is empty. Only then will I be satisfied...

Until I get bored again and pop over to Pinterest for a few more ideas...

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