A New Hobby

Sometime last week I told Mr. Ink that I needed a new hobby. Not that I cannot knit and spin anymore, but because they don’t draw me in the way they used to. I don’t really get lost in a project, and anticipate getting home to work on it, and not want to do anything else. It’s just…different. A bit of a shift. It happened awhile ago, but the apathy persists.

When we were looking at houses, I never noticed that the trim around the garage door was peeling badly and in need of a new paint job. I had the blinders of house love on, and didn’t notice until we moved in. But, as soon as I started putting my car in the garage, I realized that it was in bad shape and it was going to annoy me daily.

We moved in April. It has taken me this many months to finally find time to work on that project. On Friday we had a date night, so we headed out for margaritas before hitting up the hardware store where I got everything I thought I needed for the project. Including paint computer matched from a paint chip I brought in. Date night looks a lot different when you own a home.


And then Saturday morning, bright and early, I got started. I scraped and scraped and scraped. I pulled old caulk out of the edges and scraped some more. Then I sanded. And I realized that the gaps that I was uncovering with the caulk needed to be filled. I also learned that every single project has layers, and when you peel away a layer you find something new that needs to be done. I sent Mr. Ink back to the hardware store for spray foam to fill in the gaps. Saturday evening I got that done, so Sunday morning I was able to cut away the excess, sand, and caulk. Then back to scraping and sanding. I was struggling a bit because I’d scrape everything I could, then sand and realize large paint pieces were still falling. So I would scrape again. It was an ugly cycle and I got really tired of it.

Once I felt I was done as I could be, I taped in prep for painting. But, the caulk needed a full 24 hours to dry before I could paint over it.


This was Sunday evening. I went to bed with a stiff neck, and arms that would shake when I tried to lift them over my head.

Monday after work I was back at it. And unfortunately, I spent even more time scraping. I thought I was done, but I was not. Then I got the first coat of paint on it. The paint is a primer + paint so I didn’t need a separate priming coat. I had spent another 3 hours working on it after work and I was beat! So naturally I helped Miss Bug out with her bedroom cleaning project. (A mother’s work just isn’t ever done.)

Tuesday evening brought another round of painting. This time the final coat! I am so pleased to have gotten this done, and so happy it looks that much better than it did. I no longer need to worry about wasps building their nests on the bare wood, and I can rest assured that the rains aren’t further damaging the trim. Even better, I love that this is a project that I started and worked on from start to finish, on my own home. What an awesome feeling!


And I realized something else. I already have a hobby! My hobby is my home. I think I’ve said this before, but not really had that thing where I get so intense about a project that I cannot let it go. That happened with this project. I could not let go of the project, I just wanted to do it, to get it done, and work on it to the detriment of everything else, including proper meals. I have my new hobby, my new hobby is my house, and now I REALLY want to see if I can redo the kitchen and dining room floors by myself.