Corner

Half dozen cans of paint down, a half dozen or so to go.



Some already essentially empty, dried to a solid. Some nearly full, all hideous colors. I splashed down the first, just for the fun of it. Only got a little on my face. They've worried me from the first, seven years ago. I had to take a car full of pesticides out to the dump the first few months, which was unpleasant enough. No room for all the paint cans left behind. Neither the sort of thing ideally left in large amounts sitting around the house.

I have used some of it outside, on the garage.

The basement has always been a mess, from the first broken drain and faulty water valve, absent workable hookups for laundry, mice, asbestos tape, half working lights, leftover crap, and our own stuff with nowhere else to be. Our plan to make a functional workspace in the back room upstairs, means we need a place to shift everything out, so I can cover the ubiquitous dark paint, and we can organize properly. The basement is not a clean space, the shelf surface is largely dirt, and the concrete hardly clean. It obviously has some much older, light colored paint, in places.


So, I'm using up the leftovers, of whatever colors, as sealant. And a good time to use it up, dry out the remnants, and clear out the old cans. Finally. Some of the cans have dates on the receipts, 2007. Not sure if that was Previous Owners, or the owners they bought from, who chose all the ugly, painfully tasteful, dark designer hues. POs definitely bought at the top of the market at a high interest rate, though. Given how much ikkea-crap they inflicted on our Beloved Old Girl, I'm not feeling sorry for them.

Paint is going to take a long time to dry, which is fine. I'm not in a hurry.

Painting my way OUT of a corner.