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Texas Texture

Holy textured walls batman! I decided that it would be fun to paint my GINOROMOUS media room during the hottest part of the summer. Our media room is one large empty room and I'm ready to do something with it. I love to paint and thought what the heck. I've got some stress to let out. Give me a paint brush, some paint, and empty walls and my therapy session can begin!

What I didn't realize was that the builders in Texas L-O-V-E them some texture. It's like they took the texture spray gun and went crrrrrazy. I knew the walls were more textured than what I am used to in California from painting Jack's room but this is out of control! I have to primer the walls and ceiling first in order to get any paint to stick on the walls and oh my goodness gracious!!!! Might I add that I am covered in gray primer because it splatters as it "glides" over the highly textured Texas walls!

I am on my third day of "primering" and only have one strip left on the ceiling thank GOODNESS! Then the fun can start and I can paint the navy. I am hoping that the way the primer is glued to my body is an indication of how well the blue will just slide right on and stick beautifully on the walls. However, if I look like a smurf next time you see me you will know why!

P.S. Does anyone have any good ideas how to get primer off your body. I've tried scrubbing, peeling, swimming, and nail polish remover. The only thing I haven't tried is paint thinner because I'm a little weary about rubbing paint thinner on my legs.
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Shannon said…
Ha! You make me laugh! I love painting, too! What does Jackson do while you are painting? I really want to paint our dining room and kitchen, but I'm thinkin' Sadie will be in to EVERYTHING! About the paint...my dad used to use paint thinner, but I'm pretty sure it was just on his hands. May sting on the legs. If I come across any ways, I'll let you know!
August 5, 2008 at 12:41 PM
Anonymous said…
My husband is a professional painter and he uses Vasoline and Baby Oil in the shower and looks good as new when he is done.
August 5, 2008 at 7:25 PM
Kristi said…
Jake uses some stuff in an orange container...a big one... for all of his dirty projects, including paint. The room looks good, though!
August 7, 2008 at 12:14 AM
Valerie said…
After using primer once and having my hair glued together, I use a grandpa type handkerchief for my hair and latex gloves for my hands and the rest I just scrubbed, but the baby oil and vaseline sound much better.
August 7, 2008 at 7:11 AM
Anonymous said…
What happened to the mentioning of ABBA? I couldn't find that anywhere in your post.
August 10, 2008 at 8:48 AM
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