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Wainscoting? Don't mind if I do.
Now I've put the new wainscot paneling up. I have also taken care to knock the snot out of it while putting in the nails. If you look closely, you can see where I have applied the very fine-smelling plastic wood to cover up the marks I made and the nail holes. The room is better, but it is still not beautiful. And I was striving for beauty.
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And What's More Beautiful Than Good Dental Hygiene?
Nothing, that's what. My magnum opus complete, Leah has furnished the room with a delightful etagere - uh, I mean, Patriotic Bathroom Stuff-Holder - from Target, our local mom-and-pop purveyor of cheap junk that lists to one side.
But the lights I almost knocked off the wall have held, the outlet that was buried behind the plybead - who planned this thing, anyhow? - has been revealed, and the vanity has had the sawdust cleaned off of its nice white top.
If a man's home is his castle, well, then, a new bathroom is his, um, uh...conservatory? Something. Either way, I am glad to be done. This year I will truly be thankful, and mostly for caulk.
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