After more than ten months in my little cottage, weeks of debating over color combos,and front door choices, the outside paint job is finally beginning, and I am fairly confident that my entire neighborhood is watching through their windows as the magic unfolds.
The painter dudes arrived the day before yesterday and began the lead paint abatement, which is a fancy name for water blasting your home, and then scraping off all of the peeling areas of paint. It's apparently a big deal, because you have to be licensed to do this, and it is done with a lot of prep work, and plastic drop cloths.
And, as is true of so many other projects, the outside of my little cottage now looks even worse than before we started.
(I am okay with that.)
They finished the abatement portion of the job yesterday, and will begin with the paint job today.
(Can I get an Amen?!)
My new front door is set to be installed this afternoon, if it works out for the door guy to not be in the painter guys way, and then the painters can work their magic on it too. I can only hope it will all look as charming as it does in my mind right now.
Oh, this is just like waiting for Christmas!