As I type this, it is 2:46 in the morning and I am listening to Ray Charles croon "Georgia On My Mind". I have a big smear of wallpaper paste across my chest and my back is killing me, but the dining room wallpaper is done. There's a big trash bag full of wallpaper scraps next to the table, the scissors and tape measure and utility knife are scattered on the floor, but the dining room wallpaper is done. I still have to stick down a couple of seams that keep popping up, and I see now that I forgot to piece in a strip of paper between the bottom of two windows and the baseboard. I still have to move my great-grandma's china cabinet back against the wall and put all the pretties back in it, the floor needs to be swept, and all the junk on the dining room table needs to find a home or be thrown away. I need to take some "after" pics when all that gets finished up. But the wallpaper is done.
I am done with the wallpaper. Done using my bathtub as a wallpaper tray. Done hauling 11-foot-long strips of wet paper through the bathroom, my bedroom, a parlor and into the dining room. Done climbing up and down a ladder. Done having flashbacks of falling off the ladder every time I reach up to trim the paper. Done.
That is...done for now. I just ordered the perfect wallpaper for the entryway...