I have a high and probably far-too-generalized regard for that which is old. This is why I always end up in an old house, why my furniture consists of hand-me-downs (well, one reason), why I treasure ragged Tshirts. And then if it's pronounced old and highly valuable? I'll do a lot to keep it good enough shape to keep it going.
But that bit me in the ass this week.
If I have a pet peeve it when people paint over items like vent registers and grilles, lightswitch plates, or outlet covers. COME ON! It never looks nice, and it's just plain lazy. It takes all of 30 seconds to take one of those off and put it on again after painting. And the effect is so much better.
The former owners of our house were willing to pull out the screwdrivers for the lightswitch plates and the outlet covers but not for the vent grilles and registers (I just learned these terms, and I'm going to overuse them). So as I've been painting my house, I've been stuck with the choice of painting over these items again or buying new ones. And in the interest of saving money, I've just been painting over. That stopped this week.
I measured carefully, placed an Amazon order, and received a bunch of new ones that...did not fit.
So I gave in, faced the traffic, and hauled Leo, the old grilles and registers (grilles for the return vents, registers for the air that flows out), and myself to the Home Depot to buy new ones. And, unfortunately, worked with an employee who used the magic words: You know, you can't buy high quality ones like you have there. The new ones are much lighter. You should strip the paint off and spray paint them white again.
And you're all thinking, That cannot be worth the effort.
I have no idea what inherent value a old, heavy vent grille or register has over a modern, lightweight one. I do know it is an enormous pain in the ass to strip paint out of all those teeny-tiny crevices using that nasty, nasty paint stripper (ha! got you with my title, didn't I?) that eats through your plastic gloves and burns your skin, but once I got started I wasn't going to quit. I'd put down money on the stripper (ha!), I'd found use for all those stripping sponges I'd bought and not used years and years ago, and I was going to persevere.
My ten things are that the job is done. They're not all back up on the walls, but they've been stripped, they've been repainted, and the mess is cleaned up. That's ten, I promise.
|I should just buy new screws, huh?|
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