I've been getting back to my roots this weekend.
No, not my aforementioned one inch roots (those have been fixed thankyouverymuch)--
but getting back to my usual operations, namely: molding. Oohhh yes, it's about time I had a molding project around here. Gotta keep things real. Gotta keep sharp, here. Keep alive.
Yes, I'm talking "Project Untrashify The Master Bedroom", Step 3 ("It's just you and me!"-- please say you are singing that song with me?).
I'm not showing you a before picture of this disaster/catastrophe. And you can't make me!!
No. I won't do it. Fuggedaboutit.
Don't say it! I know! Two computers, smooshed into the corner of a room? One on a fold up table?
It's just one of those things I never got to.
Perhaps you noticed the "His" sign. We need our own computers, the hubs and I. Just trust me on this one. It could get mighty ugly around here if we were to share. Going to bed with a wielded fork in hand-- that sort of thing. I did have a "Hers" sign until the TV took all the room. Just for the record. And the TV's ALLL mine! MINE!
And the TV's staying, dang it!
Anywho, the beautiful thing about finishing up a basement, is there is pa-lenty of new space for "his" and "hers" computers. And a much better desk for both, believe you me.
Moved 'em out this week:
Ta Da. Er, yeah it's still totally hist. I know. My playstation's on the floor, cords everywhere. . . just ignore that for now, umkay?
Me and Mr. Nail Gun reunite after a short interlude.
You know what I love about this molding? It's under $10. (Until I put the chair rail on top, that is.) Bought myself a 4x8 sheet of 1/4 inch plywood that I ripped with Jaws to 3 inch strips.
I also love that it took me 30 minutes to put up.
You know what I hate about this molding?
It took me quadruple the time to paint it. Does someone wanna be my painter? 'Cause I am soo sick of painting. We could do tradesies? I make a really good cheeseball?
And here we are:
This faux wainscoting is now wrapping my entire boudoir. I can't bring myself to bring down that vinyl message. . . yet.
Next up: cord organization, some wall-mount shelving, and,
finally, the moment I've been waiting for, the piece de resistance:
My inspiration for my vanity table nook. Minus the dog. He's cute 'n all, but, allergies 'n stuff.