
 Monday evening the crew headed to the Weld House.  Dad made his way to the master bedroom to start where I left off with another gallon of paint.  We could still use a little more-he ran about three feet short of giving the entire room two coats.

 Mom and I finished taping off the gym to be primed.

 Jason assisted until I was smart enough (or was told) to use the taller ladder.  I know, I'm brain dead sometimes...or maybe I just like to live dangerously.

 Kind of like my husband here taping off the stairwell.

 Or maybe this rickety ladder was the most dangerous?  Dang this wall is tall.  Did I ever tell you I was afraid of ladders?

 After it was all taped, Jason primed and the rest of the house was complete by the end of the night.  We had a brief discussion on color choices before calling it quits.  It is so hard to imagine how a huge wall will look by holding up a little color card or by painting a spot on the wall.  You look and look and try to imagine...and you leave and wonder if either choice would make that much of a difference?!?!  I guess the only way for us to find out would be to experiment and paint both, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that we choose a color that we will paint once and love.  I never knew house building would require so much finger crossing.
 
 
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