See the moonlight shining in through the windows?
I took these pictures last night after a long day of measuring and remeasuring and taping and painting.
Sometimes DIY is not for the faint of heart.
We are in the middle of reworking the bedroom and making the front part of the room (that used to be the sitting room) into a closet/getting ready/dressing area. We filled in the hole in the center of the wall and now there will be a wall of closets along the wall on the right and a dressing table on the left and the cutest rug in the center and a chandelier in the center. The bed will be on the back wall with a dresser in the alcove and a bench (maybe a set of slipper chairs).
The entire makeover started with painting the plywood floor.
I wanted a checkerboard pattern like we had in our bedroom in the farmhouse.
So we painted the floor white and then we taped it off and painted the checkerboard on the floor with Front Porch SW 7651. When the first coat went down I was ecstatic.
It was prettier than I imagined.
The perfect color combination.
I grabbed my phone to take a picture so I could show all of you.
It all started with the hours that it took to measure because I wanted all the squares to fit perfectly. In my mind when I imagined the floor, the points of the squares touched the walls without half a square or a fourth of a square left over.
So much easier said than done.
That is a lot of math for an awkward layout in an awkward room.
Good thing I’m married to a spreadsheet.
We made mini marks on the floor and lined up the tape and measured it off and made sure the edges of the tape on each square lined up exactly to make perfectly perfect squares.
Next, every square was painted.
When the last square was finished, I tiptoed on the white squares to get a view of the room.
Could it be more amazing?
I jumped up and down on a single square with the happiest of hops.
And someone heard it.
Someone who had been patiently waiting.
Waiting through the measuring. Waiting through the taping. Waiting for someone to take him out for a walk. He heard the jumping and the hopping and the ecstatic cries of joy and decided he had waited long enough.
Buddy, our golden retriever, opened the door with his nose and burst into the room.
RIGHT ON TOP OF THE WET SQUARES OF PAINT.
“BUDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. OHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO,” I screeched.
He came to a complete standstill right in the middle of the painted floor.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
Then he cocked his ears and raised his eyebrows and turned tail and left the room.
Taking himself and his gray paint-covered paws with him across the wood floors as he went.
I wish I had taken pictures.
It never occurred to me. Between wiping down the floors and wiping down his paws and checking to make sure he was okay and hugging him because I screeched and repainting the squares, there was a whole lot of busy going on.
Buddy is fine. He’s busy with a bone.
The floors are fine. They are waiting for a topcoat.
I’m fine now.
But just between us? I needed a movie and sushi to recover. 🙂