I should probably go to bed now, and I will in a moment, but I just wanted to say that Ty Pennington has nothing on me.

I just finished scraping the paint off all the molding in the living room. I have been working at it since Sunday and today I started at 5:45 and just finished at 11. Scraping paint isn’t glamorous, but it is a necessary evil of redoing our house. Even while I am here scraping paint, D (and Albert) is also scraping paint from the molding that we took off the walls and they took to the lake.

The process involves a heat gun (think hair dryer and flame thrower in one) and a metal scraper. The heat produced from the gun melts the paint (and what ever is underneath) and then I just scrape it off. Seems pretty easy, but when you add where the paint is (near the floor, above my head, in corners, around curved structures) it can get pretty tricky.

And it can get very hot. Sometimes the paint will flick toward me and land on exposed skin causing small burns. I actually have a blister the size of a tic tac on my left arm from falling paint. I burned my right index finger today and had to stop for about 20 minutes to get it to cool down. (That actually worked out for me because I got two phone calls during that time.)

There is still more dirty work to do (sanding) before I can start with the fun stuff (priming and painting) but the hardest part, getting rid of the 6 plus layers of paint is finally over.

All Ty Pennington does is yell into a bull horn and tear stuff down.

My mom comes tomorrow to help, so maybe the sanding will go pretty quickly. And yes Tiffany, I have some before shots and there will be after shots later.

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