I decided to paint the new kitchen yesterday morning. I climbed on and off the ladder several times and I inched along the counter tops, trying to reach the high corners, and then I began to fear for my life or at least I feared a broken hip or arm and so I stopped. I will find someone younger and taller than I to finish that taxing job.
I intend to carry on with painting other rooms once the kitchen is finished as they now all look shabby next to our new kitchen. That’s the problem with a renovation. The stark contrast between a beautifully finished room next to a room that hasn’t been touched in 10 years is too much to bear and so — well — you know what I’ll be doing with my spring and summer 🙂