Friday, December 3, 2010

Deck the Halls and Spackle Walls! Fa la la la la la la la la!

Other people have big things to worry about in their lives. But I? I worry about the height of my sconces. It has been troubling me for months - ever since they were installed. The ones that came with the house were cheese ball city. So my mom bought us new ones as a housewarming gift and Kevin put them up. And they were just too high.

Until last night. Last night I sang alleluia while Kevin lowered the sconces. There is still drywall work, texturing and painting left to do - but at least the sconces are in place. I can get on with my otherwise really really interesting life.

Here are the before and after photos:

Before. So high their noses are bleeding.

I mean, seriously. I don't know how I slept at night with such preposterous placement of the sconces. And they were further accentuated by the moulding.

Newly-placed sconces after photo. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. So much better, I can go off my medication.

After recently swapping the living room/dining room/family room set-up, Kevin had to move light fixtures around. Here he is repairing the hole left by the original chandelier and the ENORMOUS and tacky medallion they had adorning the light fixture.  I had to snap a photo to remember this great night of lowered sconces and wall/ceiling repair. Plus he's a stud. He deserves a photo for all his hard work. Right before he did the sconces, he installed a ceiling fan where before there was none. He is magic.

Now, to conclude. Abe is getting in the swing of things with the holidays approaching. I really do think I'm funny. I thought of this all by myself when I looked around the kitchen wondering what else I could decorate.

And this little undertaking was a true pain in the butt and doesn't look HALF as good as it did in the windows of the photo in Better Homes and Gardens. Oh, well. I spent too much time on it to take it down.

The best part is that Cayna took one look at it (and its matching counterpart just to its right) when I finished and said, "It's too much!" Too much! This from a girl who dresses like a cross between Punky Brewster, a jazz-dancer and a Native American princess.
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