Yesterday, it was freezing balls in the sunroom, so there was no work done. Instead, I piled the kiddo up in the van and took a nearly three hour drive (each way) to the one and only dollhouse store in Georgia. No need to advertise for them, because they’re it. I even Googled Columbia, SC–which is closer–and got nothing, so off we went. I got things.
I have learned that unless I just have to have something in my hand to see it before I buy it, I can get things a hella lot cheaper online than spending a whole day and a tank of gas to drive to Atlanta and back.
The silver disk is a rotating base like a Lazy Susan. I’ll eventually attach it to a bit of plywood to make a spinning base that allows me to turn the house around easier during final decorating. The pink-ish wallpaper was cheap, got that there. The one in the middle, I picked up at Hobby Lobby and it was not so cheap. The third, larger paper bundle, is actually shelf lining paper that has a tan theme but with lilac accents. Might not use it, but it only cost me a buck at the dollar store. The two couches, I got scratch-n-dent for about five bucks each, when brand new they’d have been four times that.This is apparently not a cheap hobby, so I’m keeping all my receipts to show hubs how much cheaper it would have been just to get me a puppy.
Speaking of puppies, to the oh-so sweet woman who tried to sell me a half-bichon, half-lhasa puppy yesterday? I don’t care how far back on each side of mama and daddy you have papers, that puppy is a mutt. It’s not a “designer dog,” it’s a mutt. Nothing wrong with mutts; I own, and have owned, plenty. But that puppy is still a mutt and I’m not paying over a grand for a mutt when I can get an AKC Shih Tzu for half that. C’mon, people. Get real. But I digress….
(It really was a cute dog, omg….)
The paint issue was not my fault after all. I got the boards out last night to do the final coat and found this:
Known paint issue.
Um… I can write my initials in the paint with my finger.
RUBRUBRUB and we have chalky crap going on? That is not sunlight, that is seriously where I rubbed it with the side of my hand and then wrote my initials across the chalky crap.
Turns out the paint was bad. I went back to the paint store, floor tucked under my arm as proof, and they were baffled, but they had a sales rep sample board there and they smudged their fingers across one of the dark samples and yep. Same thing. They replaced it with another brand of paint, same color, and I went home happy. I did look the paint up online and it has bad reviews for such an expensive paint (mind you, I only paid three bucks for a sample pot). The bad reviews even mentioned the “lifting,” which was my known issue. Anyway, one coat of not that paint later and all is right with the world.
THIS HAPPENED!
I’m no longer freezing in the sunroom because Hubs fixed my Amish heater.
We’re good to go.
Dry fit time.
I cannot stress how important this is. Dry fit everything. The painter’s tape really does a fantastic job holding everything in place. It takes twice as long to dry fit and then take it all apart again to do the actual gluing, but seriously, do it, it helps you get the big picture in your head before you have to commit. Plus, while you do this you can take a pencil and trace out lines along walls, etc, so you’ll know where everything goes without doubt when you grab your glue bottle. I’ve become psycho about the joints matching, and I only had to unsnap one wall and redo the glue.
Side note: the only reason I unsnapped the glue on the one wall and did it over is because I’m nuts and have to have shit perfect. It probably would’ve been just fine.
I like to dig around in the dirt and collect rocks, so used one of my boxes of rocks to weigh down the porch set while the glue drys. Handy having a lot of different interests, sometimes.
That’s when I noticed how small this house is. I think it may be because the dividers are in a temporary place just to brace walls and are making the rooms appear smaller right now, but it sure does seem… small. Anyway….
So, that’s where I left it. Notice in the last two pictures, there is no second floor and no second floor porch inset installed. Nope. There could have been, but guess who didn’t get any ceiling paint so had to stop all together because she noticed she really probably should paint the damned ceilings now, but she forgot to buy ceiling paint. *headsmack*
Yeah. That’s an unpainted ceiling.
I am my own worst enemy.
DOLLHOUSE TOTAL WORK HOURS: 18
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