Also, the more observant of you might have noticed that the walls are purple. Yeah, I'm as surprised as you are.
This is my wife. Our bed is in the kitchen. The hall is impassable from the sheer number of tools, paraphernalia and junk clogging it. The floor is done and the end is in sight.
At the point in the bedroom floor project where Rosie the Riveter herself could have been forgiven for saying, "Screw this. Let's put the furniture back in," my darling wife shook her head, rolled up her sleeves, cursed Rosie for a pathetic slacker and said, "Let's paint!"
I want to go on record as saying I don't hate this color, but I do have to document how we decided on it. I said, "Honey, I think with a dark brown floor, we should stick to earth tones. How about a nice green?" She said, "No. This."
Problem solved. The room's theme is now "Spring Comes to the Stone Quarry."
"Nah, dude. I'm sure it's cool to hang out here. Nobody would dare paint us purple in an effort to teach us not got get underfoot."
No animals were harmed (yelled it isn't harming!) or painted purple at any point in this project.
Some wives delve into the depths of their husband's closet and find... things. Porn. Letters from old girlfriends. Posters for progressive rock bands. No, my closet is far more shameful.
I'm not normally a fan of photos of me, but I hate painting (and home improvement in general, really) and since I'm pretty sure photo captions don't allow me to use the 1000 words I'd need to convey just how much, here's a picture.
My brother, David "Will Work for Food" Marshall and me moving the dresser back into the room. I have yet to push him past limit of what he'll do for a Caniac Box. I'm further sickened by the fact that he's the thin one.
"Did you hear something?"
"You sure? It sounded like a 'squeak'."
"Dude, it was pretty loud."
"No, I didn't hear a thing, it's late, I'm tired and we still have to move the bed in. Do you want that Caniac box or not?"
We spent all this time and energy painting this room and for two-thirds of any given day, the only ones who are there to look at it are colorblind.
Thank you guys for tagging along in our first real adventure into DIY projects! Because Chris is busy at work and can't write a proper ending to this, I'm just going to go ahead and hit the ole 'publish' button but I wanted to take a few minutes and seriously tell you how amazing and awesome he is. He single-handledly took on this mountain of a project (and with his brothers help!) and made this happen! What started out as a simple carpet pickup and removal turned into a 2 and a half week long major project but in the end, we couldn't be more pleased with how it came out. My only contribution was with the painting. So big time kudos go out to Chris and David for doing all the hard stuff.