At the beginning of my days off, way back on Wednesday morning, I channeled my inner Scarlett O'Hara and vowed that I would finish the bathroom ceiling. I papered it with stuff that looks a little like tin ceiling, which may or may not be a really stupid idea considering that there's a lot of steam in a bathroom and steam is the best method for removing wallpaper. I decided that I would caulk all the wallpaper seams and then put two coats of paint on it to protect it from the steam. I finished half of it. Not all of it, but it's a pretty good start. Considering all the other things I could have done by channeling my inner Scarlett O'Hara, it's not so bad. I mean, I didn't kill any Yankees in the past four days, fool around with a married man, or steal my sister's boyfriend, so all in all I think I'm good.
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I did get some other things done. (Wholly unrelated to Scarlett O'Hara.) I hung chair rail on one side of the bathroom, cut down some baseboard and quarter round and put it back, painted the rest of the beadboard wallpaper, and put up a towel rod and a toilet paper holder. That last item I'm especially proud of, since there hasn't been a toilet paper holder in that bathroom for six years. A phone jack on the side of the old vanity, yes, but not a toilet paper holder. What phone call is soooo important that you'd need to install a phone jack mere inches from the toilet so that you'd be sure not to miss a call while you're in there doin' your bidness? People have different priorities, I guess.
