Saturday, March 13, 2010

Need

My mom received some disturbing news from her physician this week. As we wait to hear what lies ahead for her, I am turning to my Heavenly Father and the Savior for guidance and comfort so that I can be a support and help to her.



How grateful I am to know that, no matter what, they will carry her through this trial and will strengthen us, her family.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Train Wreck Number 2

Or the Part Where Karin Mistakenly Believes That Every Wallpapered Bathroom Cannot Possibly Be a Nightmare.


My mother-in-law moved into a new condo a few weeks ago. Hm, let me rephrase that. My mother-in-law moved into a new-to-her condo a few weeks ago. It's on the seventh floor of a huge complex dedicated for the housing of the elderly. It was built in the 80's.
Ah, yes, the 80's. The decade of Duran, Duran, Tears for Fears, The Bangles and Wham! Where women teased and sprayed their bangs into a bouffant so high and mighty that every poodle in America bowed their heads in shame. When children wore cotton MC Hammer pants with elastic at the waist and the ankles topped with a t-shirt that bore a photo of ALF, and television brought us shows like The Greatest American Hero, Pee Wee's Playhouse, Saved by the Bell and Live Aid.
It was also the decade where country decorating made a comeback. Teddy bears were tucked on benches, geese danced along the ceiling line wearing bright blue bows about their necks and every shelf had a little wooden "sitter" in the form of a cat, a goose or a little girl or boy in overalls and a straw hat. Each one was lovingly painted by the owner, complete with that little triangle of dots made with their new dotting tool. Egads.
Paper Twist was de regeur. It could be found everywhere from the wreath hanging on your front door to the basket on your kitchen table. You know, the one you cleverly made with a brown paper grocery bag and the unfurled paper ribbon that took hours to undo and weave into something useful. Yep.
It was also the decade of this, now to be known as The Bane of My Existence:



It looks harmless enough with its perky country blue, mauve and white tulips lined up on a tan background. Do not allow its charm to suck you in. This wallpaper is of the devil. And the fact that it was topped with an equally evil paper of pale blue-green fronds interspersed with pale pink flowers on a white pearlized background makes it even more despicable. It hid like my little brother behind the living room chair listening to every word that my first boyfriend and I said to each other and then jumping out and yelling, "Have you two gotten queer yet?" (and consequently running for his life.) The purpose was only to torment and torment it did.
After successfully removing the first layer of paper on three of the walls, I moved to the back wall- the one that faces you as you walk in the bathroom. I began at the top. That was a mistake. Apparently that is the place where all of the heat and steam collected, forming a bond between layer number 1 and layer number 2 so strong it was as though it had been applied with super glue. It is also where I discovered that layer number 1 had been applied directly to the sheet rock below it. Long, strips of paper came off the wall together, complete with the top paper layer of the sheet rock below it.
Did the troll who installed the BOME even think or care that someone (me) would have to remove that paper twenty-five years later? Probably not. He just wanted to get the job done. Preparation? I don't think he knew the meaning of the word.
So, after eight hours of spraying, stripping, scraping, muttering under my breath and repairing the back wall with copious amounts of joint compound, I conquered the BOME. You can just imagine my delight as I crammed every last scrap of it into a Hefty bag.
I have to go back tomorrow to sand, prime and paint and then this whole ordeal will be over. But wait! I still have my own to finish! Ack.
I'm pretty sure that if I go to He.. (well, you know where), my hand basket is going to be filled with wallpaper. From the 80's.
Oh, joy. Oh, rapture.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Off to....

Redo my mother-in-law's bathroom. I find this a bit ironic as I cannot seem to make any progress on my own. By the end of today, my MIL will have a lovely, pale peach bathroom and I will still have a train wreck.
Life can be so unfair sometime. ;)

Monday, March 1, 2010

So, How's That Redecorating Working For Ya?

Remember the bathroom makeover I started in January? This is it now:


Oh, it gets worse!

Really. I am pathetic.
I just hate picking this paper off. I usually go in the bathroom after my son has taken his shower and pick and peel at the steamed walls until I can do it no longer. Then I wait a few more days for my hands to toughen up and do the whole thing again. I will never put wallpaper up in the bathroom again. Ever. What a chore this has turned out to be.
But, there is some progress (and hope for this little bath yet)- I've chosen paint colors! Lovely, soft paint colors that will soothe my soul and make the bathroom a little more presentable. Don't come to my house asking to use the toilet. You will be refused!
This is what I've chosen:

Paint by Martha Stewart for Home Depot.
The top of the walls will be painted in a color called Morning Fog, a pale blue-green with a hint of grey and the bottom beadboard wainscoting will be done in a color called Seal. Not the one married to Heidi Klum, but the one you will find basking on the rocks in La Jolla. It's a very pretty brownish grey with wonderful depth and warmth.
Maybe now that I've committed to paint, I will be compelled to finish this bath and cross it off my list. Or not.
I told you I'm pathetic.