You know I love my mantel the hubs made for me, don'tcha?
Yep- had it for nearly two years, now. And I still wuv it. I've been content to just decorate it, switch it around. . .
And then, and then. . . I started seeing these mantels, above the mantels.
Like this 'un.
and this 'un.
and my personal favorite:
I mean, hello? More opportunity to spread the molding love? I knew it had to be mine. . . mine, my precious. . .
And so, like all the wild 'n crazy ideas that pop into my noggin, I got to work, right away.
Down came all the crap, including the vinyl clock and gears I put up.
I know, I know. That Glade (fresh linen scent) is the only decorative item anyone ever need.
And it felt . . .just. . . nude.
Regard that this wall reaches towards the heavens. I felt that it could use a little grounding.
Okay I just made that last part up. I wanted to feel less impulsive and more . . . premeditative.
I want you to know that I thought this plan was like, ssooo epic. Got some 1x4's and ran them through the shaper.
And it is now snowing sawdust.
Are you seeing this lovelyness? Boring board to lovely (and super cheap!) trim?
Not only did I have my homemade trim, but the Daddy-o was so kind as to help me route them so they fit together. Like a paneled door, you know?
Can you see it? It was awesome.
Now's the time to tell you it was a big, fat, FAIL.
Take a little look-see at this picture again, would you now?
I swears I line-of-sighted these bad boys, but they are so friggin' bowed. Caulk, more trim. . . I racked my brain trying to salvage my beautiful molding.
And there it sat. Mighthaps you noticed it out of the corner of your eye when I unveiled my new floor.
And if you did, I now dub thee "Hawkeye".
And so, as you might suspect, it all came down. I couldn't make it work. And paneling the boards is a serious pain in the you-know-what-where.
And so, in my discouragement and misery, I turned to my friend, plywood.
Yes. Plywood, agayan. "Met the President, agayan."
At this juncture you're probably a tad concerned about my relationship with plywood.
Wanna see? Well, do ya?
Oh, let's just dress it up a little. Just for fun.
Here it looked on Thanksgiving Day:
And for Christmas:
and New Years, and Valentines, and Easter, and Memorial Day, and Summer solstice, and and and. . .