*finish line.

You know, it feels like I'm forgetting something. Like something is rattling around unaccomplished in the myriad empty crannies of my brain. I set the alarm when I left the house. I haven't cooked anything in years, so the oven isn't on. I'm wearing underpants. What could it be?



OH! Right, that. That does not look so much like that anymore. That looks like this.



Remember the floor?



I know, I know. Of course you remember the floor.

Well, a few coats of porch and patio paint, and it's a whole new surface.



The grout lines held up under a coat of primer and three coats of gray, which is nice. Unfortunately, there was a tiny accident this weekend that gouged the paint up, so it will have to be patched. But that's small potatoes compared to what I had before.



Lord. I wore shower shoes in college, and it was cleaner than that.

I'm really pleased with the way the mirror turned out. I had no quibble with the existing one, really. It was aesthetically inoffensive, and it did its job, in that it adequately ... reflected things.



But TwinFin was gracious enough to come hang my new one, which is a vast improvement. It multitasks as lighting and mirror, thanks to fixtures that act as sconces but connect to a single junction box (no gouging into walls!).



Ooooh ... pretty.



The vanity stayed, touched up with Old English and Tilex.



An improvement, you think?



Hm, let's check.



GAH! Warning, please! This might make a good guessing game, come to think of it. A nice Facebook quiz I can title "K Slobbishness or Crime Scene?"

Because I know you haven't forgotten this.



Haunts your dreams, no?

Well, check it out:



BOOYAH!

I rock. Though, seriously, all thanks go to S&M and Twinfin, without whom the Woodside could never again have been considered fit for humans.

Now everybody come visit! Only ... call first. I tend not to do the dishes. Or wear pants.