La Voila!

Eh, Voila! She is complete. (Please don't bother me with the details if "the bathroom" he is masculine. The only High School French I'm coming up with is "lavabo," and I'm pretty sure that only refers to the sink, not to the room in general.)

In the picture to the left you will see that I have stripped the pink vinyl wallpaper and replaced it with two shades of green paint. I also decided to paint the vanity a loverly barn red. (It had been that strange pickled white oak cabinetry so favored by the builders of the 1980's.)

Why did I not take before pictures? I should have, because the fact that someone thought to create a pink vinyl ALLIGATOR print wallpaper deserves to be documented. But, alas, not by me.

The picture to the right demonstrates only that I was fortunate enough to find matching towels at the Linens N Things this weekend. Oh, and that I found some cute faux orientals to toss on the floor.

I'm so proud of ME!!

(And next time I get the urge to redo, I am SO hiring the painting out.) I go through the cycle of: "This is easy. I can do THAT. Why pay to have someone else do it?" to (next project): "I am NEVER doing that again. Quick. Get me the phone book. I'll hire a handy man."

And now I can get back to reading. Just started Isabel Allende's Zorro. She made his mother an Indian rebel with caramel colored eyes. Good plan so far. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Take Care

With Apologies to Mr. Conrad

The Horror!

The Horror!

My bathroom will never be done. I'm slogging through thick gooey mud up to my knees on this one. Ok, the wallpaper came off, and I'm primed everything, but the paint isn't covering. Bwahh!

The Door--Two coats over primer. Needs another coat.

The Vanitity--two coats over primer. Finally OK, but there are drips near the toilet tank which are going to bother me for eternity.

The Ceiling. Ugh. The Ceiling. Primed it, Painted it with EXACTLY one quart of paint. Now, this morning, I see that it needs more paint in the back corner by the window. I have to buy more paint just for that????

And I'm looking at the walls and realizing that if it took one quart to do the ceiling, then I'll definitely need more paint just to put a first coat on the walls. (And they might need a second coat??)

I want this to be done. And to that end, I'm off to cut in the corners of the walls. I definitely have enough paint for that.

Remodeling news:

I have finished getting the blankety blank wall paper off.

And I started spackling the walls.

Now all I have to do is sand the spackle, wash the walls (AGAIN), Wash down the vanity, prime the ceiling, walls, and vanity, and paint the bathroom.

And I need to have this done by next Tuesday?????

Tick
Tick
Tick

Testing, Testing

Gulp.

First post.

I'll do an introduction later, but for now I'll just write some stuff to see what the blog looks like.


I put Janan Abinoam up here as a reminder. He didn't take no guff from no one. Bouncy, funny, smart, and a totally kick-ass guy. Was once the gorilla of the barn, roaring down the aisle showing off and screaming. If he could he would have beat his chest.

But then a few moments later he'd put on his "cute puddin" face if he saw a willing audience. Sneaky bastard.

My aunt found him -- he was an Arabian bred in all lines back to desert-bred horses imported to America by Homer Davenport in 1906. He was the first horse I ever cued into a canter from a dead halt. Wow. Now there's a rush.

He was a cool dude. It was a privelege to know him. And now his "puddin face" can remind me to get going.

Gulp.

OK, that wasn't soooo bad!