I was on a mission. My first recruit was my mother. She took me to the paint store where I bought everything I thought I would need. Scrapers, paint, primer, spackling, brushes, rollers, etc, etc....My brother told me he would be up to help one day also. My uncle and my aunt came up and helped me scrape and pull off wallpaper.
That took hours. Then my mom and her husband, Jim, came down the next day to help paint. But I wasn't anywhere near ready. I tried to roll on the primer and more sheets of wallpaper came down. It was a mess. It was hot. It was a mess. Did I say that already?
Then my brother showed up to help. He walked into the room and basically said it wouldn't do. So he ran to the store and bought a couple more buckets of spackling and got busy spreading it all over the walls. He was a big help. He saved the day I can assure you.
My brother and I have always been close. We even had our picture taken together when we were adults. See? Close.
Well I had to let the spackling dry overnight and then the next morning my Mom and Jim showed up. Jim came to help me paint. My mother dove in and began to wash windows.Jim grabbed the roller and began to paint. If it had not been for his help, I would still be there painting today.
James Dean rides again!!!
So we finished the painting..We put the room back together. We washed the draperies. It took 3 days and a village of help....