Love and hate

Today I spent my day working on the hall of doors. 

From this angle, you can see 4 of the 6 doors in this hall. 
All of them need to be painted. 3 coats on each side of the door, plus door frames. That would be a total of 36 coats of white semi-gloss paint on these doors. I think. If my math skills are a little fuzzy it is because I've been in white semi-gloss hell all day and everything is a shiny white blur.

This is taken from the opposite direction in the spare bathroom's doorway. The pantry door is to the right, which you can't see here. Straight out in front on the right are (closest to farthest) basement, linen closet, spare bedroom/studio. On the left is the master bedroom. You can just see the edge of the dryer there on the left. Know what that means? After all these doors are painted and the new flooring is installed, we'll put up the bifold doors that go on the laundry closet and I'll have more doors to paint. 


Oh, joy.


I've come to both love and loathe white semi-gloss. Nothing freshens up a room more than having a new coat of white paint on the trim. It screams clean and neat, even if everything else in the room does not. But the actual painting of white semi-gloss? Oh lord help me. 


b...o...r...i...n...g...  


My mind is screaming for color and fun and- 
and I still have 21 coats to go.
Not counting the laundry doors. 


Blech.


btw- that blue is not staying. I can't wait to cover the blue. It bugs me in a way I really can't even explain, nearly inciting me to violence. I know, it seems like such a tranquil color. But I despise it and soon it will be erased by either something linen or sand or whatever fancy name for beige. Which is really sad. I mean, what does it say about my current state when beige is something exciting???