Porch swings are an absolute must on old houses. It's the best seat we have - with a nice spring breeze, surrounded by flowers, sipping a glass of wine . . . . pure bliss.
The summer Chris and I moved in, we attempted to hang our porch swing from the porch ceiling. While this may sound simple enough, the end result was Chris, Wrigley and me crashing down on the porch. Fortunately no one was injured, and no neighbors witnessed what I'm sure would have been a totally hilarious incident to see.
Later that summer, with the help of my dad and brother-in-law, we managed to get the thing up. In doing so we found that our porch beams are really weird and run diagonally through the ceiling, rather than in any sort of logical, linear fashion so that's why we missed them the first time. So, we drilled HUNDREDS of holes to find the beams, leaving the ceiling looking like this.
Fast forward two years, and we've finally sanded and painted. This is one of those things that, once it's finished, we ask ourselves why on earth it took two years to do. I'm not exactly sure, but we're happy with the nice, clean end result, even though we're still not fans of this drab color.
And here's the best part - we realized while we were sanding down the putty that the previous color of our porch ceiling was . . . . light blue! That's the very color I want to paint the ceiling when we attack the entire exterior next summer. Talk about a good omen!
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