Spent part of the afternoon mopping (yes, still) and then took Mom to dinner. After dinner we went to 75% Off Books where I picked up a book with the PERFECT ceiling for the bedroom, if I can only knock off enough of those stupid popcorn things. I'm really in love with it -- big squares painted on the ceiling, and Halogen track lighting running all around the squares.
Photo from Kid's Rooms by Jennifer Levy.
Also bought a silly astrology kit. I don't really believe in astrology, but it's fun to pretend I do, and even more fun to let it shine some light in my life when I can't find any other lightbulbs.
The kit contains a bunch of stickers, three "wheels" sort of like game spinners, and a number of other fantastical items. This is going to sound crazy, but the kit has inspired me. I want to make my bathroom into a fortune-telling temple.
Can't you see it? LARGE gold molding around the edges of the room, a sunburst design on the toilet seat, fringed bath curtains, incense burners and candles, a dark ceiling with mystic designs painted on it in silver, mystic bathroom tiles and rugs, and best of all, the entire room wallpapered with mystic stuff from books and magazines. I even have a lot of cutouts from magazines I've been collecting.
I know this is completely corny, but I want to have one space where corny has full reign. At least I do now.
Plus I like the whole harem decorating approach, but didn't want a full room of it. Hiding it in the bathroom (a private space if ever there was one) makes more of a statement than cramming it in the living room would!
(later)
OK, the fortune-telling bathroom is wearing thin already, but that
ceiling!
It's so perfect on so many levels. If I tried something like that I could paint on molding instead of having to spend money. I could also possibly disguise that area over the bathroom with the bad ceiling patch. And I could continue the squares motif into the bathroom, and run smaller squares off the ceiling and down the wall by the toilet. Now that's a neat idea. OK, this is seriously under my skin. Maybe I need to hold off on the floor for a few days while this percolates. (No sense in painting the floor until after I've dripped ceiling paint all over it!)
I think, if I do this, that I'm going to try to do it without telling anyone in the family. Just wow 'em with the finished results. Except that I'll have to tell Dad, so I can get an estimate from his friend Frank on a Halogen system like the one in the book.
Sooooooo cool.