Next step in my renovation: Painting the ceiling. I'll be honest. I wasn't too concerned about painting the ceiling. It just seemed like one more job to add to the never-ending list of things to do. But my brother-in-law Paul insisted that we just do it. Especially since I'd painted the walls white, you could really see the difference in the ceiling colour - it was dingy compared to the new clean white walls. So Paul showed up bright and early on Saturday morning, ready to work! We picked up one gallon of ceiling paint (the kind that goes on pink and dries white) and taped off the edges. In less than three hours, Paul had painted the ceiling in my living room and kitchen. Now that it's dry, I see that he was right. It looks bright and fresh and makes a big difference. Thanks, Paul! You're a brother-in-law extraordinaire!