Saturday, October 4, 2014

Back Bedroom: Post Paint

Loyal reader,

I know you have been sitting on the edge of your seats, glued to your computer monitors waiting to see how the back bedroom paint came out.  I apologize for the delay.  Hopefully all four of you still read this blog,

When I last left writing about this room (in July!) it looked like this:


Its amazing that I ever come home at night.
I finished this room within a few days of that last photo.  Unfortunately, I worked until the last the second before we left for vacation (literally, I wore my site clothes up on the trip!) where we strategically left the Occupy Site at 8PM so that I could drive us through the night and wind up in Vermont at sunrise.  What a magical family moment.   Ah, the things parents do in order to get infants to sleep.

So, my excuse for the late post is that I finished painting and drove straight to Vermont.  Then, I just forgot to follow through.

However, it was a momentary lapse of reason.  I'm back and here is the paint and very conservative color you have been patiently waiting for.

Ladies and gentleman: The back bedroom.

One coat of oil primer, all surfaces.  It does a pretty good job... while only shaving maybe half a year off my life on average.

I definitely had the wife and baby out of the house for the week when using the oil primer.  The fumes are so nasty from it that the house becomes respirator-only territory.  Its brutal.   I feel like I crack open the 5-gallon drum of oil primer and environmental footprint goes from a baby's foot to Sasquatch level in a split second.  Unfortunately, this is the best way to seal up the original, unfinished plastered walls.  The walls are so thirsty that water based paint is just a joke.   It would probably take 3-5 coats to do what oil primer can do in one.

Fortunately, I don't really think that I'm even coming close to the charts when it comes to the high quality of South Philly air.

From Passyunk Post


Thanks refineries (culprit map).  The good news is that at least my toxins don't smell like cat urine like the rest of South Philly.  [The name of the tag in that link is priceless].

*** Sigh of chronic disillusionment ***

Let's get back to the pictures


Welcome to the land of neutrality.
For now, this room is an "office".  That is a term that lovingly describes this reality: "A room where a bunch of cloth diapers air dry".
How does the vac end up in both pictures?  Clearly, I'm not a good at photo documentation.


No vac.

The floors look great. My paint job looks solid (hint: I sand between coats.. even primer).  New electric.  A bunch of new outlets. New ceiling framing and ceiling.  It may not sound like much, but it's actually a long process to even just do a mild room transformation.

Let's just take a look at the "before" pictures so that I can have a moment of reflection and feel like my life has some sort of nano-sized meaning.

Previously, the ceiling was wall-papered like every other surface in the house.  While it had a charming effect on the overall ambiance, it did little to hide the fact that the ceiling was collapsing from all the water damage the house had.  The plaster was literally detached from the ceiling framing.  And I use the term "framing" loosely.   I do not consider 2x3s, on-edge, 29" to 35" on-center "framing".

Water damage.  Keep your eyes peeled.. this room is just hammered with water damage.


Accent wall.  Daring interior design move.




And here's a real gem:

From when I first looked at the house.
I actually went to my bank, and then purchased this house.  Somebody pinch me.  

Now that I see that "before" picture, I realize that I really didn't transform much in this room.  But, I definitely did something back there.  It feels different. And you don't get shocked when you try to use the outlets anymore.  And there is electricity in the overhead light (future post).


I guess now that its almost three months later, I should think about moving this computer that is in my dining room back in to this bedroom.

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