When you sign a deed to a house, the lawyer should just give you one.
It's addictive. There should be a support group. . . power washers anonymous. . . for people who neglect all other duties in the name of clean bricks and a build-up free deck.
As a Type B personality, I can get behind this in a very this-is-so-much-more-fun-than-unloading-the-dishwasher kind of way.
If you get a kick out of cleaning, this is for you. If not, stop reading now. This'll be the most boring post ever.
Also, I'm pretty bad about taking before pictures. I didn't start snapping until I realized greatness.
Explanatory and somewhat obvious captions will immediately precede each photo. Like this:
Bottom step done. Holy cow.
Up close and personal with the gunk I blasted off:
Railing half gunky, half not:
After it dried, half done, half not. Our intention is, of course, to re-stain a similar color. The power washer knocked off more than half of the old, cracked, chipping red stain.
Front porch step. Concrete is way more satisfying to blast than wood. Is there a joke there? Also, feet in the picture on purpose. This is a seriously gross job. Way worth it.
Bottom two steps done. Top not.
A tiny part of the stoop not done. I didn't actually use any of the cleaning supplies pictured. Super gross feet. I didn't think this would be so dirty because it's a covered porch.
Action shot of our stone walkway. I had no clue it was this color. Bottom cleaned. Top not, obviously. Note the right side of the grout, which has been cleaned. Left side, not. Huge difference.
The final one is when I uncovered how pretty the flagstone is! It's different colors! Top cleaned, bottom not.