This mirror. Do you remember this mirror I started, oh, like 8 months ago?
Dude. It is like, the bain of my existence. The sliver in my foot. The hair in my soup. The floating dookie in the pool.
And so forth. I hate that thing in a way. It sat on Kenna's floor and got tore up by the 2 year old because I kept not hanging it (how do you hang a mirror with no hanger thingy on the back?? Oh. A french cleat and some gorilla glue. Aaaah).
Anywho, the mirror is actually kinda nice-- kinda opens up the room. And then one thing lead to another. . .
Heck, while I'm at it in here I'm going to get that chandelier hung.
Heck, if I'm gonna go to the trouble of hanging a chandy, I might as well get a ceiling medallion for it too. You know I like me some trim.
You know, a ceiling medallion?
One of these? Let's just say, hanging the medallion, with the chandy at the same time, proved to be a bit of a debacle. Imagine Jeff and I on a step ladder, holding them both up, sweating profusely, my head in his armpit, our arms burning, cussing,
and so forth.
Anywho, again, I thought, heck. Let's just finish this here room up. Let's frame in the windows. And the closet.
I didn't take a picture of the windows??
I didn't take a picture of the windows.
But these windows and the closet-- they proposed a minor challenge--
We had run the chair molding all the way to the edge of both. Ew.
And that's when my dad introduced me to this totally rad tool:
which will cut through molding (and your drywall if you're not careful, ahem)
So, I'm loving the new little additions in her lil room. I love the reflection of the chandy oh so much. And the light it gives in there changes the whole feel of things.
And finally, note to self:
this is why you work when the babe is asleep.
(finding the nail gun in her mouth not pictured; it has a safety AND was locked-- don't you judge me!)
And, painting all.that.molding.'s up next. You'll want to kick yourself then.