First, I helped my friends finish their bathroom. I mudded and sanded and mudded and sanded and listened to the voice of my departed Dad reminding me that the quality of a paint job is all in the preparation. I know why guys who hang drywall for a living have those incredible shoulders. Trust me. Anyway, turns out that Dad was right (of course) and all the prep work I did, led to a pretty decent paint job and hours of clean up. I'll take a pic next time I'm over there.
Since I was grimy anyway and my manicure had long since gone to crap I decided the time was finally right for me to repaint my bedroom. Actually, I was supposed to have done that last summer. Anyway..... I gave the walls a wash with TSP (You know those microfiber mops? Just spray the TSP onto the mop, enough to make it quite damp and wipe away. Works a treat and will really save your back.) Filled in a few holes, then a light sand (with a pole sander - Daddy didn't raise a dummy here). The walls have gone from institutional green (which I swear looked fab on the chip!) to a sandy colour called "Chino". (Yes. It looks exactly like them.) There are even baseboards in there now for the first time in 5 years. DH was never all that fond of the linens I had in there so it was off to the store to get something more masculine for him, and co-ordinated for me. I think we did OK.
Textiles: Damask Stripe in "Chocolate" Duvet Cover, sheet set, Euro pillows/shams, bedskirt, and curtains from Linens 'n' Things.
Flooring is a fabulous product called Marmoleum - highly recommend it especially if you have anyone with breathing issues in your life. I spent an extra half day while the room was empty stripping the old wax and applying a fresh commercial finish. Also highly recommended.
I must be getting close to grown up now. My bedroom matches itself.
I was on a bit of a roll at this point. So I scraped out the old icky caulk around the bathtub and replaced it. No one in my house can shower for the next 2 days. Hope you don't mind.
Then I decided that the craptastic Ikea faucet Had To Go.
I picked up another, hopefully less craptastic one at Canadian Tire. They carry name brand, but me? I go for the no name store brand because it's $50 cheaper for what looks like the same damn faucet (OK. Not identical, but when you're not looking at them all together are the differences really all that significant?). It took several hours, and 3 trips to the builder man store to get the right length of flexi-hose connector, but I took out the old faucet and installed the new one by myself. That's right. I did a plumbing thing. Cool huh?
You want to know if I still knit?
Of course I do. Right after I have a little nap.