When we moved into our new home, back in April 2020, we inherited a structure which we call the Summer House. It might be overstating it a wee bit to call it a Summer House. It was basically a three-sided shed with a pitched roof and a dirt floor which had the property's only clothesline in it. It did have a little bit of detail in one corner which suggested it was intended for greater things. So, we added a cement floor. That is, we got someone who knows what they're doing to add the cement floor for us. That was about two years ago. Since then, we've used it to dry our washing and house a growing cluster of spiders. Our best intentions have been sidelined by, well, life really.
It's been a project waiting to happen for too long so, while my lovely husband was off on a boys own fishing trip to Exmouth with his best mate (I know, who'd have thought he'd ever be up for that??), I decided to keep myself busy and paint the Summer House. I managed to get some paint tinted to match the colour scheme that is already used on the gables of our house. Great start. I then set about cleaning the walls so they'd be ready to paint. I really, truly thought this would be maybe a one-hour job. Turns out it was an entire afternoon job. Apart from brushing the walls down, and chasing the spiders out, I had to wash them three times.
There sure was a lot of dirt on those walls and loads of spider's homes (sorry spiders). It look heaps better just being cleaned. I was tempted not to paint it.
But given I had six litres of paint, tinted a lovely shade of pale green, and no idea what else I could use that for, I forged ahead and put on a first coat. My goodness, did it improve that space. When he got home, R helped me put on a second coat. The Summer House now looks like just that, a nice place to hang out in Summer. And we have already done just that. We had breakfast out there this morning. Lovely.
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