In light of the fact that Justin and I celebrated Valentine’s Day together for the first time 3 years into our relationship and bought each other a marriage “game over” t-shirt and the complete box set of Carmen Electra’s Strip Aerobics (can you guess who received which gift?), you would think I’d be over this V-day thing entirely and that this year we’d kick back on the couch, trough some sloppy joes, and practice opening beer bottles with our butt cracks.
However, I’ll have you know, romance isn’t entirely dead to me on this day.
In fact, this year we’re doing something super romantic.
That’s right.
We’re working on our master bedroom.
Well.
Technically we worked on it over the weekend and I will be painting the walls on my day off tomorrow, so really tonight we might hang the light or something, then sit on the floor admiring our handiwork while eating sloppy joes — the homemade kind, not the crap from a can. Because we’re crazy like that. And to me, nothing says love like ground beef on a bun.
Anyway, we are making progress. Justin primed and painted the ceiling, and I cleaned and painted all of the baseboards, door and window trim.
*NOTE: If you’re going to take on a room painting project and the trim needs to be painted as well, start with the trim FIRST. Just trust me on this.
FYI, cleaning a room after popcorn removal and ceiling sanding is not an easy task. It requires a shop vac, a regular vac, patience, and some elbow grease. Guess which one of these 4 I don’t have.
While Justin was at work last week, I got started on the grungy baseboards.
You can see how bad they were, even post-scrubbing.
Ignore the “special” trim brush I’m using and my creepy red hand. My hand isn’t really that red.
I hated that paint brush. When I did the rest of the trim over the weekend, I found it much more effective to use my usual Wooster shortcut brush.
That big flat spatula tool that Justin had used to scrape the ceiling worked wonderfully to hold down the carpet while I painted the baseboards.
I was meticulous about not getting paint on the carpet. That is, until I got paint on the carpet.
Lots of it.
This is after instinctively glopping (because that’s a word) the bulk of it up with some paper towels.
See, I was wedged between the wall and the dresser, and in my haste to get out from the confined space, I spilled the paint. And while we’re going to replace the carpet eventually, I’d rather not have a huge paint splotch constantly reminding me of my inadequacies until that day arrives.
So, after hastily consulting Facebook on my phone, I went to work dumping water onto the spill and soaking it up with a towel before reading the responses.
Turns out this was a wise move, since my oh-so-helpful Facebook plea responses included: gum, bleach, peanut butter, scissors, an ice cube, carpet colored paint, a rug, and urine.
Thanks, guys.
Really, though — this is why I love my friends. They make me laugh when I kind of want to cry. And there were definitely some useful tips too, like water, a carpet shampooer, and this stuff.
Fortunately though, the water/towel method ended up working just fine since I didn’t let the paint dry, and there was no need to pull out the ol’ shampooer or overnight myself some latex paint remover.
Whew.
Remember how I told you that every DIY project takes much longer than you would expect?
Well.
I’m starting to think it’s just me.
So. Are you doing anything special for V-day like hanging a ceiling light or watching paint dry?
It’s not that I have a problem with Valentine’s Day — it’s just that I’m not really into the typical accoutrements (hearts, candy, flowers, hearts, sappy cards, and hearts) that come with it. Now. If Justin were to bring home… say… 2 airline tickets to the Galapagos Islands, we’d be in business.
I’m a simple girl, really.
I know. He’s totally got it made.
