Half Bath Wall Texture DIY

Home projects seem to snowball don’t they?

We were having wood flooring installed on our first floor. This meant that the kitchen flooring ,some sort of laminate, was getting ripped up. This same flooring happened to also ran into a half bath.

No worries, I‘ll just run the new wood flooring into the bathroom I thought.

I had friends and plumbers insist that this was a bad idea.

Water and wood are not great friends it seems. Considering the flooring in the bathroom was already buckled due to a toilet leak, I reluctantly gave in and decided to do tile.

And we know how that story goes….

If you decide to change out the flooring then you’ll want a new vanity.

If you decide to get a new vanity, then you’ll want a new light fixture.

If you decide to get a new light fixture, then you’re going to want to paint.

If you paint your bathroom then you now have a snowball project.

Before Snowball

This bathroom is pitifully small. I wanted something to make it a little more unique than the small rectangle that it was. I decided a texture on the back wall would add visual interest.

I had fallen in love with these type of wall tiles but once I priced out a 4×8 wall it was about $150.

I knew I wanted texture but didn’t want it for that much and honestly those tiles were thicker than I wanted to take off from the room dimensions.

So. Hmm.

How do I get texture that is cheap and preferably not permanent that would cause damage to wall.

Wait a second.

I have the answer.

HALLOWEEN TOMBSTONES!!

“How do you always make it about Halloween,Jen, you might be asking”

Stay with me here.

Materials

4×8 Sheet of polystyrene.  $15.00 (I use this to make tombstones)

Dremel tool OR a wood burning tool

Heat gun (if using Dremel)

 

How:

I knew I wanted to sort of copy this pattern that was in the light fixture I had picked out.

Light Inspiration for Wall Texture

Wall Texture DIY

And then I used the heat gun to smooth out the rough edges

Wall Texture DIY

 

 I then installed it and since I cut it pretty close to wall size, I just sort of shoved it in place. Next I painted and caulked the edges along existing walls.

Wall Texture DIY

So, how cool is that?

Patterns are endless on this project and I love the end result.

  Wall Texture DIY

Pastry Bag Caulking

I tore the carpet off my stairs in hopes of finding beautiful wood ones that matched seamlessly with my new wood floors.

I’ll give you a moment to laugh.

I had no idea you guys. NO IDEAS on what I would find and the amount of Pineapple Fanta it would take to get through it all.

The staples

The wood filling

The sanding

The sanding

The sanding

It was all going fine until THE CAULKING.

Really. How exactly to caulk guns even exist. They are the worst tool out there.

First you need to cut some arbitrary sized hole and load it into the caulk gun of mis-judgement. Once the trigger is squeezed no matter how small the hole is, a rushing glob of caulk oozes out at 30mph and will NOT STOP COMING OUT even if you cauterize it with a flame torch.

You spread the caulk only to wipe away 97% onto your pants, shirt, hair, and eventually the cat walking by.

Every push of the trigger starts the swearing engine.

“This MotherFu*king caulk gun fu*king BLOWS asshole chunks of shit all over the damn place and no, no no no no, I’m fu*king done”

Ahem. Sorry. Let’s be honest, I’m writing about caulk here, it was bound to happen.

Moreover I can’t seem to get the right small amount that I need without the constant pressure of MOAR CAULK that will not stop coming out of the damn gun.

I can’t. Nope. Just No.

There must be a better way.

And there was.

Caulking

 

Easy access change out tips in different hole sizes?  Check.

I control the pressure and timing of ooze?  Check

Cleaner? Check

Less swearing? Mostly check. I’m not a miracle worker here.

 

 

Service Still Lives!

One of my 1st “real” jobs in life was a plate server at Sizzler.

Man, did I just date myself there. #CheeseToastForLife

Anyways, I was in high school and working there gave me enough dollar billz for days to afford car insurance and other teenage needs. I continued to work food server jobs through college and ultimately retired from the tip life at the point where I became a sahm. It’s not glamorous work, but the flexibility wins the day for that job.

Really, food serving is a lot like being a parent, you’re always dealing with hungry whiny people.

Being a former food server, trainer, traveling store opener often gives me “Server Eye.”

If you’ve ever worked in the food industry, you understand that going into a restaurant puts you in a position to judge on a different level. Sitting and enjoying the experience is now for amateurs.

Why didn’t the server notice I needed another drink?
Why didn’t the server bring me more napkins?
The kitchen must be backed up.
Our server is in the weeds.
What is the wait now, 40 min? They have open tables; they must be under staffed today.

After 12 years, these observations have softened some for me. But one thing is clear, I know when I get poor service, I also know when I receive excellent service.

I write this because I had the best service I have ever had in 12 years.

Her name is Shawna and she works at the Bolingbrook, IL Chili’s  (former Chili’s employee here ::fist bumps::)

She was friendly without being obnoxious. She made eye contact with my kid and talked to him like he existed. She didn’t hesitate with my food allergies, got refills when needed and just when I was thinking I could use a to-go box, she walked up with it.

As a former professional food server, she was amazing.

So, thank you Shawna for being a kick ass food server and you keep on with your bad ass self, we’ll be back.

(Yes, I seriously just wrote a thank you to a food server on my blog. Uh….yeah….I pay the hosting and the comment site had a character limit. P.S. People at Chili’s, take notice, she’s worth it.)

P.P.S Chili’s- If I could add a suggestion to your table top payment system. I tried to check out using it and it didn’t allow me to. Apparently I was trying to tip too much for the machine’s liking. This is ridiculous. If there is a limit, then maybe when the red light comes on, it signals to a manager to go to the table to check ID or whatnot. I just wanted to tip what I wanted and then slip out. Maybe next time I can.