Do you remember my boudoir mirror?
That I picked up for waaay cheap and gave it a craptacular makeover?
Me no likey. And yeah, that's what you get when you slap some molding on there and call it good.
Every morning, I'm waking up, stretching until my ankles crack, rolling over and. . . there it is.
Oh wait, let me show you.
(wipes slobber from face, rubs eyes.)
"That mirror is ug-lay."
Serious. Every. Morning. Man, my feet are cute.
Now hold on, now! My mirror is like a family. You know-- I can smack talk all I want about my own family, but if you talk bad about my family? That's a NO-NO.
Same goes for my mirror. I can say it's a piece of shiz but you can't.
(thanks for holding back.)
So, I yanked the piece of trim off the top and got back to work.
I will have you know that I am utterly shocked by my behavior-- "sloppy" is my middle name, and I never, ever replace/fix/alter work when it's done. Well, usually.
headed out to my gay-rage and turned to my scraps that are coming out of my butt to fix this problem.
Do you know brick molding?
Kind of obsessed with it right now. It's showing up all over the house these days.
A piece a that with a piece of 1x8 and now we're getting somewhere.
And ya know? This needs one of those fancy overpriced doo-dads, too.
And. . . better.
Wait! Let's try this out!
Yep. Much better.
Said to the hubs, "Isn't it sooooo much better?!?"
"Oh. Um, is it different?"
Oh, shut up.