One Room Challenge Linking Event - Week 4

Well Judas Priest we are already at Week 4 of the One Room Challenge™ link up - where rubber meets the road for most folks.  Plans get modified as set backs cause course corrections and to-do lists get slashed to the vital few that can realistically still get completed.  Once again, I find myself in week 4 with no paint on the walls.  But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  To catch up on weeks 1-3, click on the links below:

WEEK 1:  Plan + Space - a moody bathroom refresh

WEEK 2:  Process - where indecision reigns supreme

WEEK 3:  Progress + Setbacks - in which the heroine calls upon Mame Dennis

WEEK 4:  Lighting + Paint - Plan Revisions

WEEK 5:  Plan Revisions - Lights + Paint

WEEK 6:  Reveal

Not going to belabor the point, but I am behind.  This is going to be a short one today.  I should be discussing paint and lighting this week but I am still waiting on some prep work to cure before I can paint so I will talk about a few plan revisions instead.  

I spent this week caulking like a mo fo so that the gaps in the beadboard, trim, and crown molding, which I pointed out in week one would no longer be noticeable.  These small details will likely go unnoticed by most but they have driven me crazy for 6 years.  Small victories for workmanship.  I’ll spare you the details, but me on a ladder straddling the tub wielding a caulk gun over my head made for some pretty entertaining moments.  My fingers may or may not have been stuck to my hair when it was all said and done.

Caulking and spackle.  Burned up hull of a light.  Old paint color.  Empty loo.
And one brass knob, for those with eagle eyes.

As to lighting, this past week was full of fireworks.  That overhead boob/fan combo that I complained about last Thursday morning literally assploded on Thursday evening.  As predicted, pyrotechnics and we haven’t even tackled the sconces yet.  I cannot make this shiz up.  I flipped the switch in the middle of the night and it responded with a *poof.* Dark electrical burn marks.  Bad karma or divine providence?  I’ll let you decide.  Alls I know is that Momma V is getting a new overhead light in addition to sconces.  Bang bang.

#brasstastic

In other news, goodies are arriving daily and I just cannot wait to get this room put together.  I keep calling it my bath-o-brass.  The brass shower rod arrived along with the components to make a lucite towel rod.  The switch plates are heavy and heavenly.  My sconces came and let me just say deee-vine.  I squealed with glee.  I have every digit crossed that nothing goes wrong with the sconce installation.  Very tight squeeze and I fear a stud in the corner might make it very tricky.  As it turns out, the green mirror I bought is too big with the sconces so I went on a mad dash today to locate a new one and find one I did.  Divine providence strikes again.  I'll save that along with the full monty on the sconces for reveal day.

When lead times prove too long, or worse, you get no response from sellers, build your own

dreams intersecting with reality

I picked up Mrs. Robinson.  She is every bit as fabulous and bitchy in person as on screen.  Turns out she is larger than life.  I planned on re-framing her but the frame in which I found her is a decent wood one so I may just paint it to save a few bones.  A pesky outlet will prevent me from hanging her at the proper height above the toilet where I had planned on hanging her.

Now she will have to go on the opposite wall, which, as it turns out, is perfect because it is a much larger expanse plus I purchased another stunner from Jenny Andrews Anderson that will take pride of place over the loo.  CAN NOT wait for it to arrive.  And yes, I just said you would have to wait until reveal week to see the full monty but I was never any good at keeping promises.  This is sort of what the situation will look like. The mirror I picked up today is similar in feel to the one below...

I need the lighting installs to go off without a hitch this wknd so that I can start painting on Monday.  Let’s have a collective moment of silence for the mister – he gets real pissy when he has to crawl up in the attic space and run electrical.  I’m guessing it has something to do with dark, cramped spaces, populated with spiders the size of Kansas.  I’m already getting the silent treatment.  Whatever.

I told him it could be worse.  The spiders could be the size of dogs with 2” fangs.  Like the new ones discovered in some tropical rain forest.  Seriously, wtf?  I won't even post a picture because when I saw it I puked in my mouth and lost feeling in my face.  effing spiders.

Check out what the other folks are up to this week.

All designs, layouts, and photos by Emily Vanderputten

kisses,  mrs. V