It’s been a while since something was too big for the stairwell and had to go up to the roof… *VIDEO*
This post is sponsored by Paul’s patience. All opinions are my own.
After the kitchen-bookcase-misappropriation, I excommunicated Self; denying her Craigslist access and banning her from a position of power.
I said – Self, that was the last straw. You can no longer be trusted… as punishment, we are NEVER buying anything ever again.
Self whispered – I think we should buy something else RIGHT NOW.
I said – NOTHING. EVER. AGAIN.
Self said – or, we could drive directly to the bank and take out all of the money… have you considered that option? Then we can get this mirror.
This sounded like a better plan, so I went and showed Paul. I asked him – if I get a good price for this mirror, will you get it up to the second floor?
Paul said – no.
He said this casually… as though he had never met me before.
I consulted Self to see how we felt about this, and she said — this is why Paul married you: to save him from making horribly erroneous mistakes in life.
So I bid on it.
I won.
$200.
Self said — congratulations! WE ARE A WINNER.
I had to go pick it up by myself, because I hadn’t yet figured out how to tell Paul that I had decided I didn’t like his answer… and rather than have a conversation about it, I had chosen to take a page from his book and act like WHAT?
ARE YOU SURE WE TALKED ABOUT THIS?
I DON’T REMEMBER THAT.
YOU MUST BE WRONG.
I was excited to see how he liked this version of language exchange which some-people-named-my-husband enjoy substituting for conversation.
I was also excited to consider that I may be approaching a time when I operate independently of constraints such as: what is my husband’s opinion?
I mean, it’s even possible that I might eventually graduate to: THERE ARE NO RULES NOW.
Why have I not thought of this before now?
On the way home, I calculated how many people I would need to help me get it upstairs… just incase Paul refused to be involved.
I decided I needed one Paul. Or ten, non-Paul regular people with some moving skills.
Sadly for Paul, I only know people who are idiots like myself, so he had to help after all.
Before we can mount it to the wall, I have to order some corbels… I haven’t decided between fancy or extra-fancy.
To understand how we’ll support the mirror from below, read this post… to understand how I’ll use the corbels, look at this post/ fourth photo down.
July 30, 2016 @ 5:14 pm
Why the old posts again?
August 1, 2016 @ 12:27 am
I was going to comment on the corbel situation (why buy merely a fancy thing when you can buy an extra-fancy one. Then I saw this is a repost from last year, and I felt cheated – not because it is a repost but because I somehow missed seeing and enjoying it when I first found your blog and spent a good day obsessively reading every post I could find. I hope all is well and you reposted this because either (a) you really liked the video and thought it should be admired again, or (b) you somehow psychically intuited I had missed reading this post the first time around and reposted JUST FOR ME. I choose to believe the latter. Seriously, I do hope all is well, and I am saying a quick prayer for your family.
August 1, 2016 @ 7:03 pm
Elvis <3
August 2, 2016 @ 6:05 am
I am heading for tears as I watch the video of Elvis . She is just like my lovely Mimi who had the same illness and left us last year. Thinking of you.
August 2, 2016 @ 8:30 am
Love the mirror. One method used to hang giant fancy things is a “french cleat”. Google it if needed. It allows you to hang your heavy and beautiful GFTs in all their glory.
August 2, 2016 @ 1:41 pm
I love this – and you, and Paul, and (perhaps most of all) Elvis, who looks particularly majestic.
August 3, 2016 @ 7:11 pm
Somehow the fancy is fancier than the extra fancy.
August 3, 2016 @ 7:13 pm
I could be wrong. Maybe you should get both and then decide.
February 3, 2017 @ 12:33 pm
This is hysterical,I’m so glad I came across this post somehow,you are like my missing twin we even have the same mirror(my lady is in gold)I showed my husband he said he’s praying for Paul he feels his pain lol literally he does,I’ve nearly blown his back out hauling things from flea mkts auctions etc,after 25yrs he knows not to question my insanity,can’t wait to read more.