Actually, I think I broke all my nails on this project--
but I'm happy, nay, completely, utterly, overjoyed to report,
that construction is complete.
Painting? Touch ups? Spackle? Caulking? This and that's? No-ho.
There's endless a that. I'm also happy to report that besides some bloody knuckles and konked heads, that injuries were kept to a minimum. Post-drilled/shot hand, that is.
But my lil man is super excited to take over his little space. Got er done just in time for his birthday. That was a freakin' lot of work for a birthday present, dang it.
And am I disappointed, comparing this with my original inspiration?
You know it. Heck to the yeah. But,
I tried, man. And why did I think I was competent enough to take on such a project?
Please-- next time? If you're a real friend, you'll stop me. You'll tell me, "No, Mandi-- don't do it. Think this through! REMEMBER THE WINDOW BED!!"
Consider this my official retirement from ginormous projects.
Until I find something totally pants-on-fire awesome, that is.
Now comes the fun part: the decorating.