After all I heard, I expected her to look something like this:
|Ursula from The Little Mermaid|
Okay. Now the reason I met the new Building Inspector is because I have well and truly lost my mind and I'm planning to repaint my whole entire house. Because I live in the Old Neighborhoods National Register Historic District, I have to have my exterior paint colors approved. (Incidentally, there are three other National Register Historic Districts in my little town of 4,700 people: the Commercial District, surrounding the 1847 Lafayette County Courthouse; Highland Avenue, the mostly pre-Civil War houses built on the bluff overlooking the Missouri River; and Wentworth Military Academy, in operation as a private military school since 1880.)
I stapled paint chips onto my Application for Certificate of Appropriateness (yes, that's really what it's called) along with an explanation: Body of house, either Woodlawn Colonial Gray or Montepelier Ashlar Gray (I'm leaning towards Montpelier); Trim and window frames: Woodlawn Bedroom White; Window sashes, Lincoln Cottage Black (the color they are now); and other trim details, such as porch post bands and porch bracket details, Mark Twain House Ombra Gray. All colors are Valspar National Trust For Historic Preservation Colors.
After approval, I have--gulp!--180 days to complete the work or file for an extension. To which Charlie said, "We better get to scrapin." Not so fast. The Bulding Inspector wanted to be sure we're compliant with EPA recommendations for lead paint removal, so she told me we have to wear long sleeves and pants, masks, eye protection, and we have to put plastic down on the ground and clean up the paint debris every night. Long sleeves? In June and July?? Oh well, I still like her.