My sister is full of good ideas…
I like getting a job done.The job-du-jour is my powder room. Once covered with blah-brown wallpaper and an offensive boarder, I set forth on the task of redefining this small but frequently used space.
Task One: removing the wallpaper.
Thanks to JAY this was made much easy with the use of her “steamer.” She warned me about the potential hazards of the hot temperatures. BUT she failed to mention the fantastic affect it would have on my pores. It was like my very own steam room–sans naked German woman and the slightly-creepy admirer of said naked German woman a la the gym lockerroom.
Task Two: priming and painting.
I like to paint. Not pretty pictures or anything (well except that one sweet painting I did of my cats last February in Paris.) I like to paint walls. I have discovered that I do NOT however like to paint behind toilets and under sinks. And even though my million-dollar idea for a brush that fits behind the toilet has actually already been invented, there’s got to be a better way. Maybe hiring someone else to paint behind my toilet will do the trick?
Task Three: installing a new light fixture.
Electricity is scary but gold is just not my thing. I don’t like gold jewelry. I don’t like gold knobs. I don’t like gold toilet paper holders. So unless someone offers to give me some gold bars that I can trade in for cash, I’m not interested. So down comes the nasty gold light fixture. And in its place a much cooler non-gold version. But its the first fixture I’ve ever changed alone and I’m a little afraid I’m going to return home to a house that has burned-down.
Task Four: finding a new sink.
And here is where Master of the Great Ideas (JAY) comes in and plants the seed of creativity that has become my obsession. I know what kind of sink I want—and it will be mine–oh yes–it will be mine. The sink is not the issue– its on what the sink will rest. JAY suggests an antique piece that with a little creative construction (or deconstruction) should become the pedestal for my beloved vessel sink. What she failed to mention is that antiquing is the most frustrating process EVER! But now I have to have it! There is no going back. I eat-breath-sleep-dream about a beautiful piece of furniture that may not even exist. I lose hours upon hours of good ‘So You Think You Can Dance’-watching time to this fruitless search.
Damn JAY and her good ideas….
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