Earlier this week I felt like I was in a bit of a limbo in regards to the living room, but things are starting to happen again, which I am very happy about.
I ran into Nicole at Carlingwood the other day. We had a brief chat about the upholstery – which was made all the more briefer because I was afraid of my children ripping apart artfully arranged displays in this particular store.
Nicole was on the scene at Da Silva Upholstering when they tore the fabric off the couch and the wingback chairs.
Chatting with her on that day reminded me of a birthday party I went to in grade six where all us girls huddled around a Teen Beat magazine featuring Michael Jackson. We felt giddy… even thrilled! That’s how palpable the excitement was when Nicole and I got to talking about the upholstery.
Apparently the arms of the couch were constructed out of a mysterious combination of wood and cardboard! And the stuffing in the wingback chairs was nothing but dust! And it’s going to look amazing! (Thanks Nicole, for sharing my excitement!)
I wonder how much pocket change fell out from between the cushions when they began to tear it apart? And what do they do with it all? ;)
I spoke to Sherri Macki of Chika Design on the phone the other day too. She’s another one I feel like I’m bonding with. How can I not, after I showed her my salt and pepper shakers and divulged much of our dirty laundry about decorating? After all, SHE’S SEEN THE DUSTY PINK CARPET. Anyone who witnesses the carpet is immediately brought into my intimate circle. Secrets like that need to stay in the family. Shhh!
Next up: someone is coming to look at the faux fireplace about placing some tiles; someone else is to come on Thursday and Friday … to patch the holes left by Jack the Electrician and also paint the trim/walls/ceiling/windows. And paint the shelves too! Woo hoo!
But can he do this in the space of two days? I fretted to Mark about this.
“But the TAPING, he has to tape and get ready to paint. And there’s the floor, my god if something happens to that floor…” Taping would take me a week and a half. That’s how much I hate doing it. Not only would it take me a long time, I have this amazing ability where I cannot tape along an edge, any edge. It’s some kind of disability.
“He’s a professional,” said Mark. He brought out the fatherly voice. “It’ll go quickly since he knows what he’s doing.” What did he mean by THAT I wonder? :)
What else? Friday: a shopping trip to Carpet Sense and Linen & Things, where I want to pick up picture frames so we can finally get some of our photos on the walls… and perhaps find a cool leather ottoman-kind-of-thing so we can rest our weary feet. I wonder if they can throw in some martini glasses and a shaker? We need to celebrate with a drink when all of this is done!
