On the weather segment of the news the other night, the meteorologist announced that the dead of winter is officially over. The coldest temps in Philadelphia are from January 5-26, so things will only go up from here.
I almost went upstairs and put on a bathing suit.
Later that night night I was working on a photo book of pictures from last year, and when I got to summer photos, I wished I could transport myself to New Jersey in June.
Yesterday Matt and I went to some thrift shops, before we came home and installed crown molding, and event which shall hereafter be referred to as "the night we surprised ourselves with patience while simultaneously vowing never to put up crown molding ever again."
We didn't get crown molding because we are sophisticated and high society, we got it because we had to cover up an awkward gap between the brick fireplace and the ceiling, both of which were added when the garage was converted into a family room by the previous owners. When we moved in, there was an ugly piece of wood in that space between the fireplace and ceiling, but we pulled it down because we assumed it was purely cosmetic. As it turns out, it was not purely cosmetic.
Crown molding is complicated because there's lots of angles and you have to cut things upside down and the whole process is very delicate with minimal room for error, even though Matt was using terms like "I'll just chop this end off" and "we can just slice and dice this corner."
Perhaps all the chopping and slicing and dicing is the reason why I wanted to call in an S.O.S. to Tom around 7 pm last night.
And by Tom, I mean Tom Silva, of This Old House fame.
We refer to him simply as Tom around here and were personally responsible for about 4783 views on his Youtube channel last night.
A few hours in, I suggested to Matt that perhaps we should go a different route and he said, "failure is not an option."
And so we persisted, and now I'm sitting on my couch and enjoying my view of the molding and feeling pretty darn proud of our handiwork.
Anyway, back to the thrift shopping. It's hit or miss, sometimes you find nothing, sometimes you find a treasure.
I didn't get it, but I could totally use it at the beach in June.