Paint and a bathtub, and the injustice of life

Well, Jimmy and crew have moved on but will be back to the the last guys in the house. I'm told that the subs to come, e.g. tile, wood floors, etc., always manage to ding up the new painting; and Jimmy et al will be back to fix. I'm not sure how this will show up, but here goes:



Upstairs is a pale, sagey green. Not quite so pale as it appears here though.


I decided to go with one trim color throughout, one color downstairs and coming up the steps, and one color upstairs. Some of that will change once we are in and live with it a while.


Downstairs is a pale wheat color, not a yellow, not a gold, not a sand - wheat, but quietly.


So, that's it for the topic of "paint".






Moving along to bathtubs -


If you've been following this blog you know that my mother-in-law's old claw foot tub is going in our bath.


It's been all cleaned up on the inside. Now Scottie is de-rusting (ok, I made that word up), priming and painting the outside. Old claw feet are yet to be de-rusted and painted.

Pretty cool, huh?

Remember the story of the great old chandelier that my friend Yvonne sent me from Illinois? Well, it broke in transit. But, the breaking revealed old, icky (another technical term) wiring that would have been a fire hazard. So, a new fixture it is, but decorated with some of the crystals from the old one, and to hang over the tub.



And, finally, about the injustice of life:

Why, I ask you WHY, does Scott photograph so beautifully, even when he's putting on his ridiculous s--t-eating grin and acting goofy. . . .






While yours truly, who deserves much better treatment from the Universe. . . .





tends to photograph looking something like warmed over dog poop!


NO justice. None.