>> Wednesday, November 9, 2011
We don’t even really need to discuss why the fluorescent light in the pink bath had to go. You have eyes.
While I point the finger of blame at the half empty can of paint laying around for initiating the pink bath mini-revamp, truth be told, it was my extreme distaste for this light fixture that really kicked things into high gear. I could not find the screw driver fast enough.
Of course, breakers were flipped and current testers were put to good use before any dismantling occurred…breathe easy, Mom.
Naturally, the beast would not be forgotten that easily. Now I had holes to patch…and sand…and paint.
Completely worth it.
And clearly, the florescent monster’s partner in crime got the boot as well.