I’m not really exaggerating.
So. Much. Paneling.
Turns out, you need a lot of glue to get that much paneling up. And when you don’t know what you’re doing, you just glob it on any ole’ way you please, so that the people who buy your house 51 years later are faced with this:
Mmmm — extra chunky!
That disgusting tar-like substance is the industrial grade glue that kept that awful paneling up, which might explain why the last owners had to simply panel over the original paneling. I’m starting to wish we’d done that too. Took Handsome forever to skim coat two of the walls downstairs. Today, I went down and sanded it all. And since the only law I recognize it Murphy’s, it’s probably unnecessary to point out that OF COURSE the sandpaper wouldn’t stick to the sander, so I had to do it all manually.
Me. I did it. By hand. Alone.
Here’s what it looks like now:
Most of the dust is in my hair
Looks like a child drew his nightmares on my wall
And since they bricked the fireplace OVER the paneling, we’ll have this to contend with soon:
Just a little extra “F*ck you!” from the previous owners. Nice.
The floor is covered in little piles that I sloppily pushed together, since the dust wasn’t settling anywhere but on my person, it seemed:
Who needs an alarm system? I’ll track you through the dirt, suckas!
In order to get to all this, though, we had to shove everything in the little room again — which doesn’t look as bad, but still ain’t great:
That’s my clothes rack on the right, strategically lined up against the window in case I need to crawl out of the house undiscovered
It’s on like Donkey Kong down there, now. Handsome has off in the middle of the week and then his schedule goes back to normal, so we’ll have extra days to get things done.
The bedroom is about 75% finished. I put up curtains and finally got the chest that was on back order:
They looked a little different in the store, shade-wise, but they’ll do
A standard window is 36″. Mine are 38″.
Of course they are.
But the chest is beautiful:
It’s almost completely filled with his clothes
Handsome’s got a lot of “foldables,” so he gets the most drawers. I took a drawer for my bathing suits, a drawer for fancy underthings, and a shelf for my sweatshirts. We filled the extra shelves with our sheets, since we’re a little short on closet space in the house, and that seemed like the most logical solution.
The problem, though, is the empty space:
It’s so sad looking….
On the one hand, I hate to dust like whoa. On the other hand, every wall is completely empty. Even when it’s finished, it’s still going to look unfinished. I need to figure out, I guess, just what kind of decor I want in there, but I haven’t had anything pop at me yet. My primary concern right now is the closet:
I know! Let’s fold everything but the robes!
Still no door on the closet. I really, REALLY don’t want a bi-fold. I hate the way they look. But I don’t know if the closet is the right size for double doors.
Keep your fingers crossed. 🙂