Like the staircase walls that I have to apologize for anytime someone comes over.
It's not totally obvious, right? You can't even tell where I stopped.....on the top or the bottom. I believe that's what they refer to as "flow" or a seemless transition. And I am workin' it.
Not painted yet, but it's getting all primered up (and no-not by him). Although that's a trouble face if I ever saw one. Who me? I'm not doing anything. Go ahead and turn around Mom....I know better. I won't touch a thing.
Along with this.I never was sold 100% on the black, which in translation means "I'll keep it until it drives me so crazy that one day I'll snap."
With primer, that is. And since it was already out...