One whole day ago during our 50th trip to Home Depot this week S and I "looked" at bathroom medicine cabinets for what I said three days ago is a project that we'll tackle "sometime in the future." What happened next is a perfect example of how S and I have perfectly matched project styles: the obsessive project master.
Me: "look, that one matches the vanity and the little cabinet the sellers put in our bathroom."
S: "cool. Will it fit?"
Me: "sure, let's get it."
Me: "oh wait, it's not recessed mounted. This one is, I want this one."
S: "that's definitely too long."
Me: "oh don't worry about that, we have a sawzall, we can make it fit."
S: "do you know how to do that?"
Me: "yeah, sure, let's get it."
We didn't leave with the medicine cabinet, but this morning while I made breakfast I suggested that S go upstairs and chip away at the 25 layers of paint covering the mounting screws inside our original-to-the-house medicine cabinet. A few minutes later S hollered down for me to come up and check out what he found behind and below the cabinet: hundreds of used Gillette razor blades.
Just as I finished making breakfast, S smashed through the remaining portion of the 2x4. We peered down the hole, confirmed that the (3 year old, never used) sawzall would probably (hopefully) make the desired cabinet fit, ate breakfast, and left, just in time to be among the first shoppers at Home Depot today.
Thirty minutes later I was marking cutting lines on the wall with a quilter's square while S unwrapped his sawzall that came with his cordless drill/circular saw/light/dust buster/sawzall Ryobi set that he bought when he purchased his first home three years ago.
I was somewhat peturbed that our local hardware store was closed for the holiday so my unplanned trip was to take 20 minutes rather than five. But S reminded me that it's not really a project until we've been to Home Depot at least three times. So true. Plus I bought the two short, fat, 50 cent screw drivers that caught my eye earlier in the day, and had several keys made to hide outside for when I lock myself out of the house.
Back in the bathroom the chisel did the trick in no time at all. And while S cleaned up the mess:
We were disappointed to find that the joint compound had not fully cured by the time we returned home this evening. So instead of sitting back to relax, we decided to raise the exiting shower curtain to the ceiling and I added compound to the holes left in its place.
Tomorrow I'll sand the compound and paint in the morning before we go to Ikea. And hopefully in the afternoon we'll have our new vanity and light permanently in place.