I walked into the house, up the stairs, across the living room, into the kitchen to put some groceries away.
“Oh, he did paint!” Abbie said to me.
Even though it is literally one of the first things you see when you walk into our house, I had completely missed that the wall along the stairs had been painted. When we left the house on Friday, it had merely been primed white and was a total eye sore. On Sunday, we were home and I didn’t even notice it.
That’s the irony of a job which is well-done.
It will often go unnoticed, unless you are specifically looking for it.
This was a job, well done. But it just looked how it was supposed to look, so it didn’t immediately catch my eye.