Today, I Begin...

I shall start scraping, sanding, patching and repairing the garage. Some wiring needs to come down, first. I don't know how much progress I shall make but I've put this off long enough. Do. There is no try.




And the winner is:

Procrastination

The color scheme has been narrowed, two of which call to me: Canewood, Southwestern Sand, and Seasoned Acorn * OR * Fox Hill, Cotton Ridge, and Deep Cherrywood. It's difficult because I must take into consideration the red brick of which my house is constructed. Since it will take days, perhaps weeks, to complete the prep it probably doesn't matter at this point which paint I choose. Just. Start.

And So, It Begins...

A list of supplies, paint chips, ideas scattered before my eyes like confetti. The task expands before me and I am fearful to begin lest I never finish. But I can and I must. The possibilities are endless and yet we come back again and again to basically the same palette. Sands, siennas, fawns... the colors of the earth.

The house is ours. Finally. And this summer I will labor in love to preserve the exterior. Sandblasted brick and a shoddy paint job completed several years ago are what I have to work with. Flaking, rotting, weathering grout and blue semi-gloss. "Professional," I have discovered, does not always mean "good."

Buckets, ladders, caulking, sandpaper, scrapers, drop clothes, filler, primer, brushes, rollers ... the list seems endless. Today I'll bake bread and then examine closely the details of my work. Mentally prepare to accept that it is going to take weeks.

The dough has risen. I'll move on for now.