The reason I mentioned that we are still married is because it was one of those marriage moments when you wonder why you are even putting up with that other annoying person in the first place. By the time he did come upstairs to get started, I realized what he was procrastinating with and I was ready to throttle him - not to mention, I'd been edging the room for about an hour and a half.
When we purchased our new furniture, we had to pay to have it delivered but it's worth it because for every piece they bring in, they take an equal piece out. So basically we've paid someone to move our old furniture for us. All set, right?
Well, when we bought our house we inherited everything in the family room, which consisted of a large overstuffed sofa and love seat, a huge antique looking computer station, a huge projection TV and the gas fireplace. When we asked the realtor why they weren't taking it, she said, "They don't want to have to move it all out of here again." Here are a few shots taken the week we moved in (jeez, I need to clean up down there now, it was so neat 8 years ago!):
We lost that computer cabinet and bookcase when we had the flood a few years ago but all the rest of it is still there. To get that cabinet out of there, we had to cut it up into pieces. We've always known when the time came to get the old furniture out and the new furniture down there it was going to be a challenge. If you look at the middle picture to the left of the sofa you can see how the stairwell is small and narrow with an overhang. Here's what it looks like going down:
Here's what it looked like the other night when Mr. Helen decided he was going to try to get that big honking sofa out of there all by himself:
Yes you read that right: all by himself! As you can see he took the railing off but what on earth was going through his mind I have no clue... until I realized he was procrastinating the painting!! I was so torked I texted Shelley who sympathized and empathized and once I blew that steam off I calmed down.
Anyway, 1 1/2 hours after I started edging and cutting in he decided he'd start rolling the walls. I finished up about 7:30 and left him. It took another hour for him to get the first coat on. In the meantime, I had a glass of wine, and decided we could stay married.
Saturday he rolled the second coat of paint then "let" me do the trim. As I was about 2 hours into painting trim I realized one of the reasons I hate painting is that every single time we paint, I do the edging and the trim. Basically, I do the hard stuff!!
While I gave up my Saturday morning long run because I knew I would just be worrying about getting the painting done, Mr. Helen left and went to the dojo for 2 hours. When he got back, I handed him a small can of flat white and asked him to touch up around the ceiling edges where some of the wall paint had spread out, you know, in case semi-pro fixer upper Lori ever visits.
All told I calculated it took 12 woman/man hours from prep to finish. Well worth it and I'm really excited to see how it looks with the new furniture which is being delivered today. Who knows, they might have to saw that sofa to get it out but I won't be there. Thank goodness the professionals are coming!
I know you want before/after photos and those will be coming soon. In the meantime, enjoy one last look at the overstuffed sofa (which now has no legs but that I insisted be put back where it belonged in the room). Mr. Helen is cheering for the UCONN men, which are playing for the national basketball championship tonight.