I work slowly. Really slowly. This is not from my parents. Not sure where this came from, actually. I came home from college one summer and was promptly informed that they had been waiting for me to come home to help them paint the house. It became very apparent, very fast, that they were not fans of masking. "We'll just be careful." Uh-huh. I spent a week trying to move as fast as possible to stay one step ahead of the two of them with the masking tape so that they wouldn't paint everything in sight. They were in a hurry and didn't want to be bothered with the silly details. Never mind that the baseboards were brown and the walls were white...
Maybe it's rebellion. Some kids drink, sneak out of the house, and do all kinds of crazy things -
Cheryl! - but me, I'm overly meticulous about my masking when I'm painting. I'm going to be different than my folks! I'm going to be careful with a paint brush! That'll show 'em!!! (also notice the testimonial to my mild OCD in the layout of the tools...)
Of course, like them, I like to have music going. What's the point in trying to do work if you don't have music? What's the point in trying to do anything if you don't have music?
Anyway, this is why it takes me forever to get this stuff done. Normally, you'd think it would take someone a couple of hours to paint a room. I took a weekend plus a couple of afternoons. We've still got some months left though. We'll see how this goes.
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