Drywall sanding

That title is unfair, I know it is.  There is much, much more going on at the house than drywall sanding.  BUT, every day when I drive past, it looks the same.  Now that everything that happens, happens on the inside and I have to actually walk inside to see what'g going on!  I know, cry you a river.  

Here's something exciting, though:  The outside is mostly painted!  Check it out:

No, we're not leaving the porch steps green.  I promise.

The main house color is "Jersey Cream," which I think is lovely, but to be honest, I just think "Sunshiny Yellow!"  It may be too much sunshiny for some, I guess, but for me there's no such thing.

SUNSHINY!

The trim color is called "Rain," which I also love (am I the only person who completely rejects colors I would otherwise like if I don't like the name of the color?  I refuse to have any "Taupe" in my house because it's a dumb word as well as the color for pantyhose.  Yuk.).  All of the stakeholders are not fully on board with the blue yet, so we'll see if it needs changing later.

It's blue.

And of course, we have porches with properly haint blue ceilings.  I've read all sorts of things about blue ceilings on porches, and I think, in the end, that it's just what people like to do.  It looks peaceful, I think, and I can see that the light color likely helps make the otherwise shaded porch reflect more light, but people love to make stuff up.  The more reasonable explanation is that the blue tricks pest insects, especially wasps, into thinking the ceiling is an endless sky, and they won't build their gross-looking and bothersome nests in the corners.  The internet is full of people who claim to have proof that this works, and if it does, I'll take it.  I've spent enough hours of my life whapping dirt-dauber nests and running for my life.  The less reasonable explanation, which is of course the one I give credence to, explains that spirits will avoid a house will blue porches because they think the blue is water.  And ghosties of all varieties can't cross water or iron, which everyone knows, right?  Really, I like to believe I'm a logical person, but I spent a lot of time growing up with a grandmother who believed she had "the sight" as her grandmother did, so I'm not going to reject anything that keeps scary things away, even if it's totally illogical.

It keeps the dead people out.

Inside is where it gets a little frustrating.  They ended up painting the outside of the house SO fast, that when they said they were ready to start the interior paint, I'll admit I expected to show up one afternoon to a finished interior.  Instead, they're being very thorough and careful, and priming and sanding every bit of everything until it feels like well-washed cotton sheets and I find myself cuddling a doorframe.

They did the insides of the cabinets first, which was pretty exciting, but it's been days now and there are stacks of primed shelves, drawers, and what-have-you everywhere.

Kitchen!

Shelves!

Drawers!

Somethings!

I feel like there's kind of a doppler effect going on in the house--I look at the time when I expect the house to be finished, and it's approaching dizzyingly quickly.  Then I look back to how quickly the time has passed since they first knocked in the old bits of the house, and that, too, has screamed past.  But where I'm standing right now, gazing at trim work that's been being primed for 6 million years, and time is moving very slowly.  Which is really for the best, because I have to choose a lot of hardware.