The walls are all painted and they look amazing. The color turned out to be exactly what I wanted. The cat was kind enough to help me. Or… maybe she was just excited about an open window? I’d like to think she was offering moral support, at the very least.
We aren’t getting carpet for a couple of weeks, but to keep things moving along, we went to Ikea on Sunday. Originally I only intended on getting the three pieces that will make up my vanity, but the trip seemed so tedious and Nick hates Ikea so much that we decided to get everything. Unfortunately the desk I wanted was out of stock so we’ll have to go back, but Nick made up for it by getting two shelving units for himself.
Summer probably wasn’t the best time to tackle a project like this, but even so, it’s going much faster than I thought it would. Not an incredible lot has happened since my last post, but I’m at the painting stage, so at least it won’t look as disastrous by the end of the week.
The corner patches needed second coats, but I had to do one side at a time and I glopped it on there pretty thick so it took a couple days to dry. Dust. Dust everywhere. For a few days there was a permanent haze in the room. I’ve been living out of a laundry basket in the bedroom because I didn’t want to deal with going in there and opening the closet and stirring up more dust than necessary while we were still sanding.
Eventually I finished the corners, but not after sanding off the pads of my thumbs while cleaning the sanding sponges. I didn’t notice it happened at first. I cleaned them in the morning, and that evening the turned bright red and started burning like they’d been… well, burned. At first I assumed it happened when I took meatloaf out of the oven, but I thought it was strange because 1) I probably would have noticed when it happened; and 2) it didn’t make sense that’d I’d burn my thumb pads and nothing else. It dawned on me sometime the next day.
It was ridiculously painful. I couldn’t touch anything. That set me back for the rest of the week. That weekend I was out of town for 4 days, and when I got back I lost all motivation for another week.
Nick did a good job at patching the holes near the floor, though there is a piece of carpet fiber embedded in the mud that looks like a fuzzy caterpillar. I found a giant crack that had to be patched while taping the windows, and another small hole when I was sanding it. But I think everything’s as good as it’s going to get at this point.
On Sunday I bought paint! I primed and painted one wall to make sure the color would be even. It looks pretty good!
My plan is to finish painting the room tonight. Then all that’s left is ceiling repair, light fixture installation, new carpet, baseboards, light switches, and a trip to Ikea! And then a day’s worth of work to assemble everything. But after that I’ll be good to go!
The following night after softball, Nick and I stole some joint compound, sheet rock, and other things from Jake and then found ourselves on a mad dash to Home Depot for more supplies before they closed. I was actually pleasantly surprised that Nick was all Mr. Initiative with this (thanks hubs!), but then again he probably doesn’t want my stuff cluttering up the poker table longer than necessary. We got some stuff to repair the ceiling and a new light fixture, which was basically me asking for his opinion, him pointing to one and saying it was nice, and me agreeing because I really don’t cuuuuuuur.
The wall patch turned out to be a disaster and there was lots of cussing. Not by me. I was busy patching all the dumb little blemishes. But a couple days later, Nick had it all squared away, and it looks pretty fantastic now.
For years I’ve wanted to redo the spare room where I keep all my clothes into something that isn’t an eyesore, but I’ve never been motivated enough to tackle it. Welp, that has all changed.
When hubs and I first bought the house, I found the room kind of endearing in a this-is-so-ugly-but-kind-of-hilariously-awesome type way. It didn’t take long before it became a complete eye sore. Let me show you.
(Ignore the clutter. And the peeled wallpaper. And the bra. And the cat, who knows her little world is about to be turned upside down.)