I'm painting the house.
Karen made up her mind that after all these years, white was too stark, too much like a hospital room, so I'm making the better half happy. She picked out a color called Cafe au lait, or something like coffee with cream. Kind of a brownish biege. Says she wants "warm colors". Okay.
Okay, maybe I'm a bit biased, growing up with whitewashed plaster walls.
So there I am, up on a step ladder, masking taping off the white ceiling from the soon to be biege walls, and trying to get a tool to neatly cut the tape in the crease between wall and ceiling. Single edge razor blade is actually too sharpe, it will go off target too easy. A Stanley utility knife is okay, but still, a little too fine a point.
Finally I try a little 2 7/8ths Uncle Henry mini stockman. The sheepsfoot blade goes in the ceiling-wall crease and glides along just fine. I peel the tape off the wall, no problemo. Painting with Uncle Henry.
Okay, enough loafing, back to the brush and roller.
Karen made up her mind that after all these years, white was too stark, too much like a hospital room, so I'm making the better half happy. She picked out a color called Cafe au lait, or something like coffee with cream. Kind of a brownish biege. Says she wants "warm colors". Okay.

Okay, maybe I'm a bit biased, growing up with whitewashed plaster walls.
So there I am, up on a step ladder, masking taping off the white ceiling from the soon to be biege walls, and trying to get a tool to neatly cut the tape in the crease between wall and ceiling. Single edge razor blade is actually too sharpe, it will go off target too easy. A Stanley utility knife is okay, but still, a little too fine a point.
Finally I try a little 2 7/8ths Uncle Henry mini stockman. The sheepsfoot blade goes in the ceiling-wall crease and glides along just fine. I peel the tape off the wall, no problemo. Painting with Uncle Henry.
Okay, enough loafing, back to the brush and roller.