Guest blogger Kris nears the end of her project:
Hardware Joe was ready with sympathy and more joint compound. That night, I applied yet another layer of spackle, and in the morning, my husband sanded. By 9 a.m., I was applying the final skim coat; by noon, I had finished the final sanding. I fired up the shop vac for the umpteenth time and taped off the woodwork. Then I took a shower and collapsed on the couch.
Next morning, I woke with new hope, as well as new paint rollers and freshly shaken cans of ceiling white and primer. I applied two coats to the ceiling, a coat of primer to the walls, and the Hardware Joe-recommended texture paint to the newly repaired spots on the wall. Once the texture was on, my days and days-worth of spackling and sanding disappeared into beautiful obscurity.
That evening, I paid one last visit to Hardware Joe to get my color paint. He admired the hue I chose, mixed it with a smile and approved my choice of angle brush for edging. I walked out of the store into a soft spring sunset that inspired me so much I painted the first color coat before bed.
I couldn't wait for morning so I could put on the last color coat and declare the project done. I was close on paint, and couldn't just get a quart more–the color formula wouldn't divide that way–so I determined to squeak it out with what I had. At last, the home-repair gods smiled on me: I finished just as the can ran dry.