Now I want a Dreamsicle.
So … the bathroom remodel isn’t coming out quite as I had hoped.
The cabinets are painted, and the color is fine. If you blur your eyes, or, for instance, look at a photograph taken from a distance, it looks halfway decent. (Note sample paint color on wall.)
But if you look closer (and how can you not, in a room the size of a walk-in closet), the paint is all goopy and globby, and it didn’t stick to the cabinets, even though I used the same special primer that I used to paint the mantel last year, so it’s already all chippy and peel-y and awful.
So it’s back to Home Depot for scrapers and putty knives and highly toxic paint remover that looks and smells dangerously like melted orange sherbet. (And yes, I mean sherbet, not sorbet — the gooey kind that comes in a giant two-gallon plastic tub from Jewel.)
Dangerous, that is, for me. I’m not concerned about Molly eating it. She won’t event set foot in The Room Where The Bathtub Is And Also Where She Keeps The Hairdryer Monster.
Looks like we’re refinishing the bathroom cabinets, now, kids! Any suggestions for stain color?
Do you think they make a pill for people like me? Somebody, please, save me from myself.
Oh god, scary thought: Am I nesting? Is this hormonal?
