I am admittedly a little horrified to blog about this today after my delightful post last night, however, at the risk of being a hypocrite of my own making....
Since my blog post "Nesting" got such a huge reaction--I'm not sure I've read the word "horrible" so many times in a single day before--I thought I'd post a photo of the process.
The "horrible" wallpaper (that, seriously, would have been gorgeous when it was put up) was obviously high quality. It came off easier than any wallpaper I have ever removed before. After the kids started it, I couldn't help but snitch a piece every time I walked past. It came off in sheets. Brent and our friend Mike got the rest off on Friday evening. Except for that scrap by the stairs you can still see. Brent recommended we leave it for posterity. Mike nixed the idea.
Two large walls are now painted. A couple small walls are as well. And the scaffolding that has been blocking my access to the laundry room all weekend is now down for another week.
Brent was feeling so good about the progress, that yesterday he and the boys started stripping their bathroom of the pink roses in there.
There are/were a lot of roses in this house. My boys don't think that is appropriate for a male dominated household for some reason.
Unfortunately, the pink roses don't want to come off and we will probably have to work on that in our off time all week while the scaffolding is down.
Yippee.
However, my mind in being occupied by nonsensical things and when I sleep, I sleep like the dead.
I can work with that.
The "horrible" wallpaper (that, seriously, would have been gorgeous when it was put up) was obviously high quality. It came off easier than any wallpaper I have ever removed before. After the kids started it, I couldn't help but snitch a piece every time I walked past. It came off in sheets. Brent and our friend Mike got the rest off on Friday evening. Except for that scrap by the stairs you can still see. Brent recommended we leave it for posterity. Mike nixed the idea.
Two large walls are now painted. A couple small walls are as well. And the scaffolding that has been blocking my access to the laundry room all weekend is now down for another week.
Brent was feeling so good about the progress, that yesterday he and the boys started stripping their bathroom of the pink roses in there.
There are/were a lot of roses in this house. My boys don't think that is appropriate for a male dominated household for some reason.
Unfortunately, the pink roses don't want to come off and we will probably have to work on that in our off time all week while the scaffolding is down.
Yippee.
However, my mind in being occupied by nonsensical things and when I sleep, I sleep like the dead.
I can work with that.
