Remember that scene in Poltergeist where little Carol Anne reemerges from the netherworld? And she's all covered in this gelatinous gook? That's all I could think of as I was spreading this cire colorante all over my bedroom walls. As it comes in contact with body heat it gets more and more liquid, so every once in a while I'd have to stick it in the fridge and do something else. By some serendipitous grace both the plaster and coloring lasted until the very last centimeter of wall. I ran out of both just as I was finishing up each stage of the redecoration. Even the sponge I was using got smaller and and smaller as the work went on. I cut it really close with the coloring stuff, though. I had to retrieve the other two containers of it from the garbage. And was sticking the raggedy bit of sponge in them, trying to get every last bit of that stuff. If it had been edible, I'd have been licking the pot and applying it to the walls that way. The area behind the door is a bit lighter than the rest of the walls due to my eking and squeaking out the last bit of cire. (Who cares? It's behind the door)!
Someone stole my new paintbrush, so I didn't do the second coat on the radiator pipes, but I did clean up my mess and move the furniture back into the room. Washed and hung the curtains. Stood back and admired my work.
Earlier today I'd planned on going out for a walk, but it's just not going to happen. Will take and post photos of the room later.