you paint that shit gold.

having a job opportunity you thought you had in the bag fall through on you feels like shit. good thing is: there's nothing like good, old-fashioned, hands-on work to make yourself feel better and useful. i love it. the feeling of physically doing something useful and seeing the fruits of your labor come into being right before your eyes. awesome.

i wasn't allowed to paint my room when i was younger, and looking back, it never made sense to do that in hk anyway. but now i can! paint a room that is. it may not be mine, but its a project that's special to me anyway. i'm glad we're getting the chance.

<-- the left side of the room currently, and what the room looked like originally. plastic-y, made-to-look-like-wood wallpaper [apparently with multiple layers of old wallpaper underneath it, too.] with plastic, wood-like molding along the ceiling line.

the central view of the room. -->
old wallpaper has been torn off but there are still scraps of previous wallpaper left behind with adhesive residue. gross. seriously. the stuff, when you scrape it off, looks like greasy, stringy chicken bits of fat.

<-- the right side of the room at the time. after finally scraping the surfaces clean, we have ready-to-prime drywall underneath. who's excited?? this kid!






so these photos were taken some time in the afternoon. working from 1pm-ish until 10-something pm, we've managed to scrape and clean about half of the room. tasks left: the other half, clean the ceiling, prime and paint walls, paint ceiling, paint windows and doors/frames. all while constantly rearranging furniture out of the way so we can actually access the walls we're working on. wonder how long this will all take...

i seriously love doing this stuff though. i could spend the whole rest of the summer doing stuff like this and be happy.

lessons learned: gender stereotypes are meant to be fucked with.