DIY: Dances with Ladders

Two weekends ago, I spent some quality time in Charlottesville, about 9 and a half feet up in the air.  The ceiling of my parents place new place desperately needed some paint (soot stains are quite distracting, as it turns out.) and Brandon and I volunteered.

This is what the living room looked like before:

To get the ladder we rented back to our house, I literally held onto it through the sunroof:

And these are some goofy shots of us painting:

 

 

We spent more than 16 hours painting, over two days, but somehow... halfway through painting, I decided that we MUST paint the end wall some crazy colour.  Brandon's initial response was: "No scope creep!" and I was so impressed by his professional terminology that I almost conceded.  Almost.  No one ever accused me of being that restrained, however.  So we painted one wall blue, too, just for kicks.

After.  With the blue wall.  I don't know that you can tell from this photo, but the ceiling is soooo much lighter than before.

And then when we finished, we treated ourselves to this:

Delicious cheese crackers :)  Good weekend.