A few things I learned:
- I don't really know what I'm doing. Honestly, I was slightly afraid to open the paint can... I was a little intimidated with the getting started. Do I use a brush or a roller? Which wall should I start on? Oh, I should have taped the trim! Let me run down to the basement for the 50th time to see if we have...drop cloths, small paint brushes, a rag, and plastic container, etc, etc, etc. Luckily my mom was here to help and she had no qualms diving right in and directing me on where to start and what to do - thank goodness!
- I'm not a good painter. I don't mind painting at all. In fact, I kind of enjoy it. But I'm not very good at it. I have weak arms and my hands are much shakier than I realized. It's probably good that I didn't become a surgeon like I dreamed about...
- I cry when I paint. Not really, but my eyes do water periodically so if you didn't know any better you'd think I was the saddest painter there ever was! Seriously, I had tears dripping off my chin at one point.
- There was a time when I thought that I might be stuck with a lavender room...Not really what I was going for. Luckily that second coat made all the difference.
With three of us working on it we're practically done with the painting already! It's thrilling! Especially because now that it's dry I love it!
On to the next steps.