You might want to put down that sandwich...

Casey's 12th birthday looms and she wants to have a sleepover.  While I know there's no such thing as COMPLETELY de-cat-furring this house, I always make the attempt.

And like my mother and my sisters before me, I always undertake one stupid project the week before.

This time, I'm remodeling the 1/2 bath on the main floor.  Casey helped me strip the wall paper after I disassembled the room.  I spackled and sanded and washed the walls.  A few strips of strategically-placed painter's tape and I was ready to prime.

I tinted the primer with some blue paint from Chip's room and got a small roller to put it on with.  I cranked the tunes on iTunes, grabbed a beer and got to it.  Eventually I had to do the upper half of the walls, so I stood on the toilet and got rolling.

So there I was, dirty hair piled atop my head, wearing a stained t-shirt and granny panties (and that's it...), shaking my big, er, hips (?) dancing to BRICK HOUSE on the toilet with a little blue roller in one hand and a Stella in the other.  I was glad I had locked the doors.  Next song?  FREE RIDE.  Seriously, townships should issue permits for activities such as that.

With the priming complete, I stirred up some glaze finish (ever wonder why they call them faux finishes?  they're REAL finishes...) and got to the task of making the walls look OK.  Because there are so many dings and holes and awful patch jobs, I decided to make a random, multi-layered pattern to disguise the flaws.

So now we have a flowing circular design that I'm calling "The Swirly" on the walls in there.  Very befitting, considering it looks like shit and its in a bathroom.