I know, I know. I just talked about the fireplace. But, I have more to say. See, the doors were bothering me. Here’s what they looked like:
The gold. The wood handles. It was all bad. Last weekend I attempted to take the doors off. I got about 4 screws out and then got stuck. Sean said he’d just taken a shower and wasn’t going to get dirty with soot and sweat by messing with the fireplace, so I had to wait. Then, this weekend I took out 3 more screws and got stuck again. I guess Sean felt bad for me because he came over and yanked the doors off.
Then it looked like this:
The smoke-stained brick was driving me crazy. It was hideous and so obvious now that the doors were gone. So I got some white paint. But, before I could start painting, I had to clean it. It was a pain in the ass. There was dishwashing liquid, salt, a scrub brush, a sponge, a bucket, water, a spilt bucket (yes, this really happened and it was full of dirty water. I was pissed, and it was my fault) and several hours. Finally, I was ready to paint. And, I did this one all by myself (minus the door removal, I had some help with that).
So I painted and painted and eventually got it exactly how I wanted. But, it was still missing something. I anticipated using candles in there, but I needed more than that. Luckily, my mom bought me a candle centerpiece that I thought would be perfect in there. Ready to see?