How to make a drop dead gorgeous Chevron Wall for $10
In only one afternoon comprised of 3 hours of Professional Engineering (P. Eng., M. Eng.), 2.5 hours of me day drinking wine (P. Grigio), and $300 (lol, Jk, total "investment" on Jason's Visa was $10 on Amazon) we have ourselves a fuckin rad asymmetrical chevron wall in our bedroom.
The inspiration. Taken at Regina's Cornwall Shopping Centre. It's a "wellness store" that I think probably sells candles to get the wax out of your ears and essential oils. I did not go in though.
The Official Plan. This after I said I was going to go "wing" a chevron wall in our bedroom.
"Like hell you are" wad the response from the Official Husband, Professional Engineer.
Official Husband has great form. I am taking this photo from the comfort of my curved sofa in front of the fireplace. Wine started flowing aboooooout here.
Fireplace. TV. Unadorned. Hideous.
After using this ruler about 8 million times, looked closely, and realized it bears the tiny, perfect signature of my Mom (b.1946 - d. 2007).
Smiled at the thought of her still being here in sweet, everyday ways and also that she 100% stole this when she retired in 1997 from Sasktel.
I *still* have SaskTel post-it notes and functioning writing utensils pilfered from her 35 years there and if YOU have a parent who experienced The Great Saskatchewan Retirement Package Offering from those year, let me tell you: one day? You too, will inherit a lifetime supply of paperclips.
Consult the design. Measure. Consult design again. Convert measurement from tiny, not understanding numbers to slightly larger not understanding actual measurements.
Pencil that shit in like modern day eyebrows on someone who over plucked in the 90s.
I got my freckled ass to work. After hanging all of the verticals, Jason decided to help me which is when I said "STEP AWAY FROM MY CREATIVITY, JASON." which he, politely did.
He proceeded to hover and lob complicated geometry questions at me like "is that straight?" and "how much wine have you had?" and "my God, woman. I thought you learned not to do anything home-improvement-wise on wine since the great 'hit the ceiling with a paint roller 4,268 times debacle of 2010'. I guess not."
This is also the point that Dash woke up from a nap on Merah's lap and decided to put on an ensemble of outdoor winter clothing to climb the step ladder.
Yes child. Mittens are ABSOLUTELY REQUIRED to climb a step ladder.
The Man of the Hour admiring our (his) handiwork.
A fancy time lapse video of 3 hours of Professional Engineering and 25 minutes of washi tape.
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