Friday, May 9, 2014

Master Bedroom Part One

This post is not for the faint hearted! 
 I sleep in a dive.
  It kinda looks like some old condemned motel room but worse. 
   Holes in the floor, ceiling, and walls, peeling paint,
 a patched hole where I blew the pressure cooker up. 
 Yep, if anything happened, it definitely happened here. 
This was our old kitchen but if you put a bed in it,
 you can call anything a bedroom.  We even dared to call it a  master bedroom!
These walls have been opened for two years.  Luckily for me, this was great inspiration to get the "Hell out of Dodge" in the morning.  Who wants to linger in this little piece of ghetto heaven?

Time for a makeover.  I decided to order some more ceiling tiles, but this time I found a Canadian supplier, not because of  Decorative Ceiling Tiles service or products,
 but because of Canada Customs.
 I would definitely recommend them if you are south of the border as I received excellent service!....and I am definitely not being compensated for that plug!

  This time I found a company in Ontario  Canada Ceiling Tiles   The selection is not as plentiful as Decorative Ceiling Tiles, but the tiles are a little cheaper.   After shipping and tax, it worked out to about the same.  The only plus is, I won't have to pay Canada Customs fees and duty.   Add the exchange rate, and it tipped the scale in my favor.
  Shipping at this point has not happened.  I'm not sure how long it takes a company to box up forty nine egg carton like Styrofoam pieces, but after four days, I figured the coffee break should be over.  
Meanwhile, back to the doomed room from some horror movie......

  I purchased some knotty pine (big hole and some firewood grade) boards from our local Rona store.   The price was right and they did let me return one package of boards that were in realllllllly bad shape!  I used fifteen packages for a grand total of $105.00 Canadian dollars so that's like ten bucks U.S.  Score!!

A lot of holes were filled

Boards were primed, and a bed was moved out for some wall fixing, and mostly because I didn't want to sleep with drywall dust in the sheets.  Although I did sleep with a bat once, but that's another story, and it happened upstairs in the dormer room

A few pieces of molding capped the boards.
Mr. FT gets back home tonight. 
 I wonder what he will think of the Feral Turtle Inn vs. the Feral Ghetto Plaza? 
I wonder if he will get inspired to help install a new window with me on his days off?
I wonder if you are all a little freaked out about the bat?
I wonder if he will serve breakfast in bed? 


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