Noises Off

It's darned noisy around here these days.

Peek with me through the blinds next to my desk;

a couple of the painters are outside, masks on,
sanding down the crazed old paint and crackles on the porch.

Look closely -- there are hands holding a sander along the railing, and a mysterious masked man in the shrubbery in front.

I took late afternoon pictures.  The cracked old paint is smooth as a baby's behind.
Well, almost.  If my baby's bottom looked like this, I'd probably schedule a visit to the pediatrician.

But for an old porch, it's ain't bad.

The columns look terrific, clean and smooth.

And the ceiling?  Heaven.  Well, it will look more like heaven when it's painted Morning Sky Blue.

Right now it's looking clean and ready, in white primer.

 All trim and woodwork white -- and the soft blue beadboard ceiling.  Traditional old house colors.

There's always something to fix on an old house, and on this porch a bit of the soffit board was squooshy.

Squooshy in wood is not A Good Thing.

So down it came, and Danny the Painter showed me what they removed.

"We thought we'd find plywood up there," he said.  "But it's 1 x 10.  There isn't any plywood in your house!"

The rest of the soffit is fine, needing just sanding and a bit of caulk.  But plywood?  No, not on this old gal.
 
But what did go on this old gal today . . . was more primer!

Just a little yellow left on the front, along the porch walls.
Otherwise -- it's white primer, and Boy Howdy does it smell.
I love that smell; I wanted to be an art major just for the turpentine. . . . 


Okay, so this isn't her best side . . . it's primer -- like the moisturizer you put on before the foundation.
Smoothes out the wrinkles.

 There's not much yellow to be seen anymore.
My apologies to the Yellow Fans.  I hope you feel better knowing that white is the original color.

 

And that wraps up Wednesday for me.


Just a note to the wax begonias and geraniums planted along the base of the sunroom wall:
"Grow!  Grow!  Grow!  You have one week to make something of yourselves,
or be replaced with plastic flamingos!"

"But you weeds?  Die."


Tomorrow, we may see the first paint go on the house.  Whew.  It will be done before The Wedding.
Moments before, perhaps, but before, and that's all that counts.


And I'm still not telling you what color the front door will be.
Because I'm getting enough arguments from my family.  Just kidding.  Kind of.


Link Parties!
White Wednesday, at Faded Charm blog ... click here!
Outdoor Wednesday, at A Southern Daydreamer ... click here!


Go visit, have fun, check That Old House tomorrow for more painting progress,
which now that I think about it is probably as interesting to my blogger friends as watching grass grow.
Thanks for visiting!  -- Cass