Handy Heidi And Her Magic Brush

It’s always nice to host family house guests, to share some laughs about days gone by and catch up one what they and their family members are doing.  But when you can get some good, solid home improvement work out of them that greatly improves the appearance of your place, it’s even better.

Kish’s sister Heidi is a fearless do-it-yourselfer who’s willing to tackle just about any task.  When she heard that the stairway in our Maine house needed to be painted, she insisted that she and Kish would do it.  So we bought scraping tools and a sander, and when Heidi came to visit she brought her own, personal paintbrush.  And, being a long-time California resident and therefore intrinsically cool by definition, Heidi of course also brought her shades, the better to cut down on the glare of the white paint on the steps.

Now Heidi and Kish have finished the job, and it’s hard to exaggerate what a huge improvement these freshly painted steps are.  The “before” photo with this post really doesn’t fully capture the dramatic upgrade.  When we bought the place, the stairs were covered by thick, ugly brown carpeting that looked like the fur of a teddy bear and was secured to the stairs by about a thousand staples.  When the teddy bear carpeting was removed, we found that the natural stairs were covered by multiple overcoats of paint.  That’s when Heidi was alerted and the sisters’ project was planned.  Kish started their project by scraping off years of paint — the photo above being taken mid-scrape — and then she and Heidi sanded it down, and finally Heidi and her magic brush applied primer and then several coats of paint to the stairs and bannister.  Now the staircase has gone from an ugly eyesore to a part of the house that helps to create the “cottagey” feel that Kish has been aiming for.  You can see the final result below.

Thanks, Handy Heidi, for your excellent work on the staircase.  You and your paintbrush are always welcome.  And don’t forget your shades!

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Living In Dropcloth Territory

We’re having some painting work done, and living briefly in the active painting zone is an adjustment. There are drop cloths everywhere, paint cans and brushes, buckets, turpentine jars, taped off windows, tarp-covered furniture, shop vacs, and general painting tool bric-a-brac scattered pretty much everywhere. And on the counter and in the refrigerator are foods and bottles of unknown provenance brought over by the painter to provide fuel during his painting day.

Fortunately, he let the place dry out and air out a bit before we arrived to see how the work was going, so rather than heavy paint fumes we’ve got the delicate scent of freshly painted rooms. It’s a smell I like.