Plaster dust: the end is in sight
Oct. 12th, 2011 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheWe can see the end of the job. We have just been upstairs cleaning up the plasterdust from Rob's epic belt sander adventure of the weekend, and it's almost done. Or almost done enough to paint the undercoat, anyway.
I have an order almost ready to place for hardboard and cork tiles for the front bedroom, and we might even get that started this weekend. If we're lucky and hardworking we might get the back bedroom painted by Saturday morning, and can move our bed in. The back bedroom has had nothing done to it until this year, since we moved in ten years ago, and so it needed more than any of the other spaces.
I really do hope we can have started to lay the floor in the front bedroom before the end of the weekend. I can't justify my coat tree project until the bedroom-moving projects are done, it turns out, so I want them over with. Plus they have to be done so that we can have my mother here for Christmas. And so that I can sleep in a room without a baby in it, at least sometimes, for part of some nights. I'm ready for that now that she's well past a year old.
Not that I'm after a whole night's sleep, you understand. Just a few hours unbroken.
Pinterest is dangerous business, by the way.
I have an order almost ready to place for hardboard and cork tiles for the front bedroom, and we might even get that started this weekend. If we're lucky and hardworking we might get the back bedroom painted by Saturday morning, and can move our bed in. The back bedroom has had nothing done to it until this year, since we moved in ten years ago, and so it needed more than any of the other spaces.
I really do hope we can have started to lay the floor in the front bedroom before the end of the weekend. I can't justify my coat tree project until the bedroom-moving projects are done, it turns out, so I want them over with. Plus they have to be done so that we can have my mother here for Christmas. And so that I can sleep in a room without a baby in it, at least sometimes, for part of some nights. I'm ready for that now that she's well past a year old.
Not that I'm after a whole night's sleep, you understand. Just a few hours unbroken.
Pinterest is dangerous business, by the way.