I am a messy painter. The fumes bother me and once I have a project on the go, I become manically obsessed to complete it as soon as possible.
So, after preparing the surface (of the wheelhouse roof – see our ‘rain-catcher’ blog for more details), I had sore knees (I’m not twenty any more, oh okay, I’m not thirty any more either . . . !), I was covered in a fine coating of ‘dust’ and have earned my stiff muscles.
It was time to settle down to paint . . . the fumes hit me . . . and so did the memories.
I’ve renovated my parents’ house, working with my dad. I’ve renovated a few houses with Noel, our own, and for others. The most interesting was some apartments in Puerto Rico for some friends. The most memorable was my parents’ house, the place I grew up in.
My Positives: The paint fumes carried memories of past projects and cherished times. I loved working with my dad, on the house I grew up in. For several weeks my dad and I worked in harmony and I ‘gave something back’, to a house that seemed to look after me and provide me with incredible memories. It was a very special time, for a many different reasons and I’m grateful for those memories.
August 30, 2014 at 5:23 pm
I have similar memories of Johns Dad painting our house. It was a nice calm time chatting about nothing much.x
August 30, 2014 at 6:24 pm
I think that is exactly it George, having that time for chatting about nothing much – which (I think) is so important and fun! Those silences aren’t awkward or you don’t feel a need to fill them as you can just concentrate on painting! Nice memories!