Our house has scaffolding around it. This ragged dress has disgraced our outside walls for almost three weeks.
Last November when our 14 month renovation finished, it was too cold to put on the last coat of paint. On the sunny warm days of two and a half weeks ago the building company returned to plaster the cracks that developed over the winter on our facade and paint. They painted two walls and left. Not only did those two walls look worse, but they didn't match the other walls.
A verbal skirmish between me and the building assistant ensued in which she insisted our original agreement was to paint two walls. My look to her upon her departure was not warm and fuzzy.
Two days later the architect, the building engineer and the building company's manager appeared and we all agreed the cracks needed more fixing and the paint job was appalling. We were assured all would be fixed. However, the painters would be out of the country the next week, so we had to wait.
They showed up three days ago on Monday, fixed the cracks and painted the whole house which still looks as bad as it did when they painted two weeks ago. My husband and I can't figure out why the terra-cotta paint still has large whitish smudges all over it. The house looked better before these painters put a brush to it a couple of weeks ago.
The painters are coming today with a new paint. I am in growly guard dog mode prepared to spend the day sniffing around to make sure all is in order.
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