… will be astonished by this, but believe it or not, I’ve started to wallpaper the stairwell.
Despite the lack of electricity today (it was another grey, miserable day today) I cracked on with the sanding down with the electric sander, stopping for half an hour for the boulangère and tidying up in the barn while I was waiting.
It didn’t take as long as I was expecting to sand everything down with the electric sander. In fact, by lunchtime everything was done and I had even put another layer of filler where it was needed.
after lunch though, the second layer hadn’t dried fully so I couldn’t sand it down, so I cleaned up as best as I could at the moment. This was when I noticed that there were a couple of areas had turned out pretty well. As there was still an hour or so before I knocked off, I decided to bite the bullet and start the wallpapering.
I hate wallpapering, I really do. I’m not much good at it, and working in a confined space in a stairwell is not my idea of a good job. But no-one else will do it if I don’t, and so I prepared everything.
And turning back to a few days ago, I found out why that wallpaper wouldn’t stick – the xallpaper that I put on the little shelving space under the stairs. It was in fact clear varnish that I must have put at one time into an empty paste tub. I wish I had labelled everything because it’s not the first time that this has happened.
The second piece of wallpaper that I fitted was quite straightforward, but the rist was a nightmare. All of the dimensoions were different and I was there for half an hour trying to position it, fit it and cut it to shape. Eventually, after much binding in the marsh, I got it to fit something like, a fact that peased me greatly, and I was quite pleased with it by the time that I has finished.
So that was one of the two most difficult pieces in, and on Friday afternoon too. i’m getting ahead of myself here, aren’t I? I went down to do my shopping this evening at the Pionsat Intermarche with a spring in my step.
But I do hate wallpapering. i’ve always said that whoever invented decorating wants f*****g. Although Nerina seemed to be of the opinion that on our honeymoon all those years ago I said “whoever invented f*****g wants decorating”.
But I dunno.
