It is quite distressing looking at these images. One way I manage such a huge project is to simply blot out All The Work Needing To Be Done, a kinda self-invoked selective blindness. Instead, I focus on work which has been completed.
I have been determined to paint the whole exterior by myself, as nothing offers a better acquaintance with a big old house than touching every square inch of its exterior. I love learning about the house, and discovering its high, inaccessible spaces. Which, inevitably, reveals small horrors needing attending to.
But looking at these terrifying images makes me wonder about my plans. Can I survive the exterior looking so poorly for years and years to come? I feel nauseated at the very thought.