First House Job

Mrs. Weir at work

Like an excited little puppy dog, I hopped into the car. My first trip to a home!

With Mrs. Weir at my side, and a ladder and a pint of paint in my arms, I strolled on in to a lovely white wood house without even knocking.

So, casually, we began to set up the living room for painting. I took yellow tape to protect the molding, and Sue put down cloth. Eventually, a teenaged boy walked past. He muttered a confused "uh, hi" at these two strangers moving furniture around but quickly left to, who knows where.

As we prepped to paint this gray/brown/tan sponged wall, Mrs. Weir told me that half the fun of the job is getting to explore all these old houses in Shaker and Cleveland Heights. She told me of magazine-worthy houses and ones that were just plain messing (like the one today *cough*).

my expert taping job

Unfortunately, I was unable to paint. Mrs. Weir assured me that it was not because she doubted my abilities but because with this sponging/blotting technique, if you have two people working on it, it'll look like two people worked on it. But I didn't mind. These older homes do not have air conditioning, and work as simple as taping and brushing can cause you to sweat. Thus, we finished in a rush (without jeopardizing the quality) and booked it back to the studio where multiple fans would be awaiting us.