It all started with a little rotting wood and peeling paint.
The ol' porch needed a little TLC.
Out came the power washer.
That mighty machine pasted paint chips on the windows, screens, bricks, flowers.....
Oops? Didn't our mothers warn us of the dangers of power washers?
To say that we were discouraged was an understatement.
Then the shutters came down. They needed a fresh coat of paint also. Sigh.....
Sanding and scraping became our favorite past time.
It takes a village or at least a very large family.
And then the monsoon season hit.
We sang, sloshed and waddled through two weeks of rain.
We were saved kept from our project.
The porch sat there glaringly reminding us of the semi-disaster at hand.
| Could someone please help me? |
His brave smile is really a SOS.
Calling all personnel.
All able-bodied four-year-olds report to duty!
No help is turned away.
The rains subsided and the paint went on gang busters.
We chose Olympic Rescue IT to restore our wood.
It has a grainy texture which helps to fill in the "wounds."
A side benefit is no more slippery surface when it is wet.

We're happy with this color which replaced a shade of gray.
(The pictures don't capture this creamy greenish tan.)
It was a flurry of group effort.
Thank God for our many hands that make work light!
Now we can face the screens.
This project went something like...
Home ownership is overrated.