...out in the garage no less.
What did you think I meant?
Philly parked it in my stall where my little car likes to sleep at night and sometimes nap during the day. Now, you probably think I returned the favor by taking over his stall. And you would be absolutely correct.
We moved in 6 months ago and we're finally getting around to trim.
Poor Philly. He used to be a general contractor, which means 2 1/4" oak casing and 3 1/4" oak baseboard.
First, he didn't understand the concept of painted trim. Then he really balked at anything larger than standard. Poor fella didn't realize who he was dealing with.
In the end, fashion sense beat builder-grade to a pulp, and we're installing 3 1/2" casing and 7 1/4" baseboard.
I was a total spaz trying to pick out trim; otherwise, it probably would have been done months ago. Here's what I finally chose:
This illustrates the basic idea, but ours won't be quite so fancy.
I will be painting this stuff all week. Here's a close-up. It's a really crappy picture of the trim, but mostly I wanted you to see the roses I bought for myself. For no reason at all. Can you believe how sweet I am?
And, of course, Eddie.
In other news, I went shopping at Casa de 'Rents. Look what I got!
My mom asked what I was going to do with it. I said, "It will either serve as our coffee table in the family room, or I'll put it at the foot of our bed."
Philly: "The foot of the bed?! I'll break my neck!"
Me: "Okay, we'll put it there."