Having spent a couple of days at the coast, we were used to seeing painters. The nautical kind. Today I turned back into a painter myself as we began day one of kitchen painting - the first coat of white on the new plaster, and across all of the old flame-effect rag rolling that is (was) a consistent theme around the whole house when we moved in.
We decided, with African Night coming up, it would be nice to have the kitchen restructuring looking as if it belonged to the rest of the room and not sticking out like a sore thumb. Moving furniture, cutting in, and rollering the whole room (sub-picture rail) took the entire day.
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