I haven't posted many pictures because husband has been working on stuff like plumbing and electric. And while I am awed that he knows how to replace that big pipe that runs up the kitchen wall - I'm pretty much just in it for the paint colors at this point.
Husband: Did you see that I moved the socket 2 inches to the right?
Me: What do you think of "Apple pie green"?
When plumbing and electric was done he started painstakingly scraping layers of glue, horsehair and whatever the hell else was stuck to those floors. The man was on his knees for hours. Kinda like I'm gonna be when he finds out how much I want to spend on tile.
Ta da! Now let's just hope we all don't get the cancer from breathing in clouds of plaster dust. Husband is up in the kitchen now and won't stop sanding the plaster walls till he's spitting white. What a man! I love that I married a fix it guy. Even better a, stubborn perfectionist workman that's gonna give me a kitchen my OCD heart will love. No crooked paint lines for this mental mama. Maybe I'll have to get on my knees a little sooner to thank him. If there are any guys reading this blog take note. Fix something. Get laid.