Goodness gracious. I'm tired tonight. I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open to finish my post, so this will need to be quick.
The Hubster and I were able to take the furniture I'd painted downstairs, so we've got a lot more room on the porch now. The pieces of furniture look amazing. I really like the way they look downstairs. I didn't get pictures take of them today. I decided to wait, because the drawer and doors for the hutch that sits atop the dresser are all still tacky. It might be a few days before I attach them to the hutch.
I was able to get a little of the painting done today, but I wasn't able to finish it. I didn't want to have to move the items I was painting, if they had wet paint on them, and we moved most of the stuff on the porch today to put up the tarps. We were going to try to use a single sheet of plastic, but when we felt the plastic we were concerned that it wasn't heavy duty enough to withstand the winds we might get. We decided to go with tarps instead.
I'm thrilled with how it all turned out. The wind had picked up some, and it had gotten significantly cooler in the time we were on the porch hanging tarps, but by the time we were finished, it felt much warmer on the porch than it did in the yard. The tarps seemed to cover quite well. We did overlap them a foot or so, so we won't have to worry about seams coming apart and stuff getting blown through them.
I'll try to post pictures tomorrow. I'm falling asleep as I type this.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.