(Stained oak trim to white.)
It takes multiple coats of primer and paint to cover up the wood and it's painstakingly slow (sand, sponge, prime, sand, sponge, paint, and paint, and paint). It's starting to feel like Groundhog Day around here. Also, painting things white isn't as visually rewarding as painting with color, but it has to be done. I can just hear the house begging us to brighten her up. I'm also touching up the window frames after the new windows were installed and painting the banister rails white.
I can't believe that no one before us wanted to change the trim or paint a wall in here. It's crazy to me...though I suppose some may argue that "hearing" what a house "wants" is crazier.
When Tommie and I first moved in, we found some items in the back of a bathroom cabinet left from those before us...mauve hair dye, deep maroon nail polish, and black lipstick...that about sums things up in here. The 90's are calling and want the house back. It's time to bring this baby up to speed.