Today I decided to paint the bedroom. Why? Well, the walls looked horrible. I don't know what the people who used to live here was up to, but they left a mess.
I set about moving furniture, spackling holes, and applying masking tape with great enthusiasm. Today's paints come with primer in them and one coat should be enough. Right?
Wrong. The old baby blue kept bleeding through. I'm done painting now, but it took well over five hours.
Five hours of climbing up and down, moving heavy objects, and holding a paint brush. Bet I will feel this tomorrow!
Was it worth it? Totally. The walls are now a nice light latte color, and once I get some curtains and pictures up the room will look awesome. And, now I can dilly-dally with my computer with a good conscience, because I did something with the day. My back hurts, but I feel accomplished. =D