Trimming the Master Bedroom

In my opinion, the following announcement is good news. In your opinion, it's good news because it doesn't involve a dead rodent. (Sorry.) In my mom's opinion, it's bad news because it has nothing to do with grandchildren. (Sorry again.) The announcement: we have FINALLY moved into our bedroom. Well, finally, meaning two weeks ago. I'm a little behind on the times.

Do you like what we've done with the adjoining room?

Putting up clean new trim was the last thing on our enormous list that had to happen before we could move in, so on one of his days off a couple weeks ago, Rick got busy making it happen.

The old trim had about 4 layers of paint on it, and while we could have taken the time to strip it all down, that just seemed like way more work that we wanted to put into it, not to mention the fact that it almost certainly had lead paint mixed in there at least once. And let's face it: we're already wacky enough without inhaling lead particles.

Um. Why do I do these things?

In order to preserve the original appearance of the trim, though, we replaced it all with trim that looks identical. We bought the wood from Lowe's (eight 1x6x12 pine boards), making our total to replace all of the trim less than $100) and set up shop in our enclosed porch, where we primed and painted and sanded off cat hair from a certain small feline who thought our wood was her own personal "I'm queen of the world" lounge...

...and then Rick cut it with a borrowed miter saw. This photo was taken after I wiped the drool off of his face. Power tools have a strange effect on humans of the testosterone-riddled variety.

Then said Testosterone-Riddled Variety of Human nailed all of the trim to the wall with finishing nails, filled the nail holes with wood putty and the cracks with caulk, and gave the trim one last coat of semi-gloss white paint.

 

And just in case you ever questioned my devotion to my cats, we replaced the standard-depth windowsills with extra-deep sills so that my furry babies could sit on them even with the windows closed, which, around here, is approximately 8 months out of the year. No wonder GB thought the wood was her own personal lounge...

So sweet.

I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't married Rick, I would be a dowdy little Cat Lady who travels the globe wearing floral frocks that I sewed myself, bringing poor stray felines back to my Cat Mansion where I'd build them custom windowsills and read them bedtime stories.

Mr. Buffy Moves to Dubai. No wonder the cat looks transfixed.

In all seriousness, though, we're beyond thrilled to finally be in the "This Room Is No Longer Hazardous" stage of our bedroom makeover, after months of demolition, redoing the textured ceiling, and refinishing the floors. AND, this is what we can see from our windows:

(Did you know that we live in the middle of nowhere, next to a lake, across from the world's tiniest post office, and a good five miles from the nearest traffic light? It's perfection.)


So: what will you do for your pets? Build them windowsills? Sing them lullabies? Register for the Rodent-of-the-Month Club for their frolicking pleasure? I'd love to hear about the furry friends who rock your world. :)

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