|Not quite a Kermit flail, but not bad.|
|I was not quite this calm when it happened.|
|Isn't that lovely? Like being in a public bathroom every single day!|
|Food? Electricity? Such luxuries!|
|Oh, the humanity. |
This is a stock image, not our actual carpet.
I just like how it kind of looks like entrails.
|Glue swirls, tack-strip divots, and a Siamese kitten. All hard to get rid of.|
Then I remembered the Crafty Chica. She created an amazing glitter floor in her studio and provided instructions on her wonderful blog.
|Are you SERIOUS???|
Still, with that wonderful inspiration I decided to try her technique. I got a garage-floor epoxy kit (in tan) and three colors of glitter - gold, bronze, and black. I snuck it all into the house because I was afraid BelSpouse wouldn't let me put garage paint and glitter in the front room (which doubles as his library). It was going to be a surprise! Precocious Daughter busted me as I came in the door, however, and I had to swear her to secrecy. Oh, also, I was scared to death I was going to royally screw it up and I did not need the added pressure, thank you.
|I felt good about my decision. Really.|
Anyway, I told BelSpouse and PDaughter to stay the hell out of the room while I worked, and I started the process. The tan epoxy went on nice and easy. Then I sprinkled on the little colored flakes that came with the kit because I thought they were interesting and would cover up even more potential flaws. And then I grabbed my bowl of mixed glitter...and filled the air with sparklies.
|It was just like the ice-sculpture scene in Edward Scissorhands, only without Johnny Depp. |
Who was sorely missed, I must say.
|I must have scrubbed away the cat.|
It looks a little like terrazzo tile, which is so damn perfect for my planned Mid-Century Modern Monkey Art decor. It's just gorgeous, frankly, and I love it.
The only thing I don't love about it is that it's not actually done. There's still about 100 sq ft or so left to clean and paint, not to mention the poly coating I need to roll on to make sure we don't track glitter all over the damn house. Can I get it done, and all the furniture replaced, by Thursday? Hell if I know. I figure I can just tell people, "Look over here. No, not there, don't look there. Look here. Isn't it pretty?" These are my loved ones. They expect a little crazy when they see me.
And then later, after the sweet potatoes are eaten and the turkey carcass is made into soup, I can attend to minor details like new paint, curtains, and light fixtures. Or maybe I'll just pin some monkey art to the walls and call it perfect.
Perfect and sparkly.