Tuesday, November 6th, 2007
This is my attempt to be cheerful. I’ve had a run of depressing and/or dramatic posts lately, and however legitimate the drama, I think I’ve lost myself a little in all the stress.
So I’m reintroducing myself to you all. Here I am during an afternoon of sanding the bathroom ceiling drywall this Saturday, before things went wonky in the night:
This is the whiny, complaining, dust-covered me. Yes, I’m renovating in a skirt (it has shorts underneath, but still), a Cheshire cat T-shirt that says “We’re all mad” on the back, and pink foam ballet slippers (faux Crocs), and I didn’t think to put up my hair.
This picture reminds me of those commercials for frozen pie where the woman sprinkles flour on her face to make it look like she slaved over a marble slab rolling out dough. Only this white dust is the result of legitimate work of the non-frozen variety.
I spent my morning and afternoon on a ladder (not my favorite place) scraping a few last hard-to-reach places on the window and doing the literally pain-in-the-neck work of sanding the seam between the old piece of ceiling drywall and the new, slanty piece. Meanwhile, Darwin worked up a sweat scraping the last of the door trim.
All this use of the word “last” signals something very important – we really are finished scraping in the bathroom now. This isn’t like last time when we scraped and scraped and sanded and sanded on the beadboard walls and pine floors for six eternities until we were finally done, finally painted, felt relieved and finished … and then realized the trim had to be scraped, too. It wasn’t one of our finest moments, I admit.
So now all we have to do is Bondo a few teeny tiny spots, sand that, and then we’re ready to prime and paint both the trim and ceiling! We’ll also need to touch up the walls and some spots on the floor where we (okay, it was me) dropped a few globs of paint stripper and/or gooey paint.
It’s been so long since we got to paint anything I may have forgotten how to hold a paintbrush. And I’ve been holding off on buying my bathroom “jewelry” (polished nickel towel bars, toothbrush holders, etc.) for so long I’m afraid the ones I like are going to be discontinued.
Oh, bathroom, how I long to be finished with you!
Note: The title is also in reference to one of my favorite new TV shows this season, Pushing Daisies. If you like Tim Burton-esque stuff, you’ll love it.