But this isn't really about painting a wall. Or climbing atop my piano (which makes me about as nervous as a whore in church), or crawling under said piano and banging my head about a gazillion times while at the same time, wishing my arm were just that mere 4 inches longer so I could reach that spot in the corner.
It's about my sweet little ice chest I've had forever that now needed a serious facelift. It was still the same color as when I purchased it some 15+ years ago and was really out-of-place after painting my wall back to a neutral color and changing up my wall decor.
As usual, hubby was a tremendous help. He started sanding her down for me and got me going with the power tools and I finished up the sand job. Then he thought he'd be quite helpful and spray the primer on for me. Philly is genius at 99.9% of the tasks he sets out to accomplish. This was the .1%. He was a bit overzealous with the spray can and ended up with puddles of primer on the top of the chest, and drips down the sides. I now affectionately think of him as my Big Dripper.
I didn't take pictures of this because he managed to get it all sanded down again. I don't know if I would have done that to him anyway. 'Cause let's face it. When it comes right down to it, I screw up WAY more stuff than he does, and he almost always has to fix it. Plus, he's pretty much a saint. Well, sometimes. <3
Anyway, here's how my sad little chest started out:
And dull hardware to boot...
Then some sanding, priming, and some paint.
A little buffage on the hardware (thanks Philly!!). He's a GREAT buffer...
And the finished product!
So, here's the overall wall...Before: