Welcome to the Arctic. I wouldn't look straight at the photo for too long, if I were you, for risk of blindness. Have you ever seen anything this bare and white? It's whiter than my butt in winter and that's certainly saying something.
The painting itself was a pretty easy job, as the room was already white and just needed a one-coat refresh. But we also had to push everything to one side of the room, then sweep, vacuum, mop, paint the empty half, let it dry completely, then do the same thing with the other side. Since I used oil-based porch paint, the drying time was long, so this dragged out over several days, and we had to keep the dog off the floor in the meantime. (This is no small task. She's too smart and can open the huge sliding barn door that leads to this room from the living room. Damn her.)
But what a difference! I left a spot in the middle of the room so you can see how the floor has yellowed over time. So pretty.
Looking at this now also reinforces how cold the space is with nothing in it. When you walk around the room, it echoes something fierce. I can't wait until rugs and furniture are moved in, and my footsteps no longer trigger avalanches in Colorado.
(Images: Dabney Frake)