my arms hurt

Today, for the first time in a verrrrrry long time, the bathroom is completely clean. D has worked tirelessly to plaster the cracks and uneven bits in the walls and wood, then sanded the whole thing--a very dusty business indeed. He primed and painted the room a lovely cream-white I picked out at Sherwin Williams (highly recommend their paint, I must say!), and today I spent the majority of the afternoon scrubbing every porcelain surface in the place.

Because we are perfectionists, this job started last November and was stalled, started and stalled over the course of the year. I was used to the grey spackle in the corner, the hole where the vent fan cover goes, and it matched how crappy everything else looked in there, especially with the window that needed a crowbar to properly open. When the new window was put in, like all clean new additions, it showed how glaringly ugly the rest of the room was. So D decided to buckle down and take care of the walls so I could finally clean the tub properly.

This week, I also got new knobs for the cabinets in there, and pried off the decorative scrolly bits the former owners were so enamored with. They also LOVED slat shutters, and nailed a few up on the window frame as well. Every aesthetic choice they made screams out, "OLD!! I'M REALLY OLD! I AM AFRAID OF COLORS!" So we got rid of those monstrosities. Bad design offends me. It just takes so bloody long to replace it with something I like.

The final step will be to paint the doors, cabinets, and trim. I am hoping to get a nice happy yellow(duckie colored) and a little bit of orange, and paint the insides of the trim with that for a nice accent. And then the duckie collection can go on some shelves above, and then we'll have all our ducks in a row, as is proper.