And then there was paint.

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My husband says he’s done with the shed extension for this year.

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And as hard as I’ve lobbied to truly finish it with a third wall/door, my pleas are falling on deaf ears and I shall have to live with (though not quietly I assure you) a tarp that covers the open end all winter.

Grrr.

But that doesn’t mean I have to live with raw wood so I matched the old color as well as I could and got to work.

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My husband doesn’t paint.

Or stain.

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Ever.

But that’s fine, I don’t mind doing my part.

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Though I do end up wearing almost as much as whatever structure I’m painting.

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There.

At least it looks little better…

Though I’m still going to ride my spouse to put a trim post on the unfinished rear right edge.

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Big barn, little barn.

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The color match isn’t perfect, but it will do until I can put an another coat on the whole building next spring.

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