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dogtired78
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So I started thinking about paint after surfing GJ for a few months. When I first started this project, I was only thinking I'd insulate the garage to make it more comfortable to work in but a few hours of surfing GJ and I was looking at paint swatches and thinking about the artistic statement of pinstripes on a garage wall.
I decided that as I began taping and mudding the right wall of the garage, I'd break up the monotony of sanding with the painting and finishing of the left wall.
The workbench is pulled out, the painter's tape is up and the first coat is going on!
Funny story - I spent a few weeks thinking about the color I wanted in the garage. I knew I wanted something fairly light in tone to help reflect the ambient light in the garage. I also knew that I wanted something a little warm and non-industrial and that would go well with a burgundy or red accent stripe.
I don't know why, but when I first began to think about painting I knew I wanted a red stripe up by the top of the wall.
In any case, after narrowing down the universe of color choices, I thought I had my final pic. It was a very pale brown/gray...or maybe a really subtle mocha. It looked great in my mind"s eye and really great against the "Cherry Cobbler" red I had chosen for the accent stripe.
I turned to my wife and showed her my choice. She looked at it for a second and said, "You know, when I told you I didn't care what you paint it - I meant it. You really don't have to paint it to match the kitchen and the family room."
Wait, what?
After much pointless arguing on my part, my wife walked me into the kitchen and showed me - by holding up my sample tag to the wall - how my weeks of internal debate and analysis had resulted in me picking exactly the same color as the one that dominates the vast majority of the downstairs walls.
I stood there silently for a second, wondering about the power of the subconscious, and finally nodded to her and said, "Alright, but I don't care. After I'm done with the garage, you can repaint the downstairs. This is now going to be my garage color."
And with that, I began to paint. Quick note, it looks white in the photos but I swear there is this wonderful hint of warm chocolate milk to it.
The first coat is going on:
It's already much brighter in the garage!
I wrapped the paint job around the front door (which will get its own refurb soon) and stopped it there. The drywall on the back wall was pretty badly damaged and needed to be replaced before I could paint it. I'll cover that in a later post.
I really thought I'd taken some photos of laying the painter's tape for the accent stripe, but I can't find them anywhere. This will have to do. This is waiting for the first coat to dry.
I ran the stripe under the support beam and all the way to the front door. I think I put on four coats to make sure it had a rich, true color.
The end result!
I began to move everything back into place. Finally! Some order is returning to the garage.
And finally, my first piece of garage art: a decorative "license plate" tracing Route 66 through the western states. I've had this thing for years in anticipation of when I got my first garage. I hung it right over the door...a place of honor
I decided that as I began taping and mudding the right wall of the garage, I'd break up the monotony of sanding with the painting and finishing of the left wall.
The workbench is pulled out, the painter's tape is up and the first coat is going on!
Funny story - I spent a few weeks thinking about the color I wanted in the garage. I knew I wanted something fairly light in tone to help reflect the ambient light in the garage. I also knew that I wanted something a little warm and non-industrial and that would go well with a burgundy or red accent stripe.
I don't know why, but when I first began to think about painting I knew I wanted a red stripe up by the top of the wall.
In any case, after narrowing down the universe of color choices, I thought I had my final pic. It was a very pale brown/gray...or maybe a really subtle mocha. It looked great in my mind"s eye and really great against the "Cherry Cobbler" red I had chosen for the accent stripe.
I turned to my wife and showed her my choice. She looked at it for a second and said, "You know, when I told you I didn't care what you paint it - I meant it. You really don't have to paint it to match the kitchen and the family room."
Wait, what?
After much pointless arguing on my part, my wife walked me into the kitchen and showed me - by holding up my sample tag to the wall - how my weeks of internal debate and analysis had resulted in me picking exactly the same color as the one that dominates the vast majority of the downstairs walls.
I stood there silently for a second, wondering about the power of the subconscious, and finally nodded to her and said, "Alright, but I don't care. After I'm done with the garage, you can repaint the downstairs. This is now going to be my garage color."
And with that, I began to paint. Quick note, it looks white in the photos but I swear there is this wonderful hint of warm chocolate milk to it.
The first coat is going on:
It's already much brighter in the garage!
I wrapped the paint job around the front door (which will get its own refurb soon) and stopped it there. The drywall on the back wall was pretty badly damaged and needed to be replaced before I could paint it. I'll cover that in a later post.
I really thought I'd taken some photos of laying the painter's tape for the accent stripe, but I can't find them anywhere. This will have to do. This is waiting for the first coat to dry.
I ran the stripe under the support beam and all the way to the front door. I think I put on four coats to make sure it had a rich, true color.
The end result!
I began to move everything back into place. Finally! Some order is returning to the garage.
And finally, my first piece of garage art: a decorative "license plate" tracing Route 66 through the western states. I've had this thing for years in anticipation of when I got my first garage. I hung it right over the door...a place of honor


