Confessions of a Paint Snob

With over forty years of experience painting interiors and exteriors of homes – mine, my sisters and parents, friends – I have learned a thing or two and seen a thing or two.

The evolution of the paintbrush, the roller, the paint itself, the techniques for perfect lines, has all sifted through my well-practiced hands. I have painted with a fine three-bristled art brush to achieve some of my results. Detail is my “specialty.” Thus, I think I know it all.

What a lovely and delightful joy it was to discover I didn’t. Walking off the area of a room rather than measuring carefully with a tape, I estimated that one gallon should really do the trick – if the paint did as promised, which I never ever rely on. I don’t care what they say, it always takes more than the one coat offer to achieve perfection. Mid-painting I panicked and almost ordered another gallon. Prudence took over and I calmed down, trusting the paint expert at Home Depot. I had paint left over!

It truly covered in one coat, didn’t drip (nary a spot on the carpet!) and felt luxurious in its application. Of course I used the best brush and roller with the best paint, a given in the wonderful world of wall transformation.

The nursery looks beautiful. I am humbled and expect to apply this exquisite knowledge to my next project – once my neck, shoulders and arms recover.

2 thoughts on “Confessions of a Paint Snob”

  1. You trusted ‘the process of painting’. And it provided satisfaction .

    Congrats on one more project on the resume!

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