It started as a normal day.
B was going to spend a few hours painting A's room the beautiful blue (Benjamin Moore's Habor Fog) we had in our last home, and I was going to entertain the children.
Sidenote: Don't you think he got the better job? I kept knocking on the door and picking up a paint brush, but he was on to my plan of "helping." (helping myself to a break, har, har.)
Back to the room. Paint rollers smoothed on that pretty blue. The sun shone. Birds chirped. My son spit up. There was a wall that we knew we'd have to address. It was covered in wallpaper, but we just did a little spitzing of wallpaper-removing gel and a scourer and-easy, right?
That wallpaper would not remove! Finally, we managed to peel away a corner to reveal that the previous homeowners had wallpapered their beautiful floral wallpaper DIRECTLY TO THE DRYWALL.
*heart beats fast as I scratch frantically against the wallpaper*
"Perhaps just paint it over with paint," you say?
Well, that would be a great solution, had there not been one wall with the wallpaper and the others weren't textured, but alas.
"Perhaps, just call in a professional and get it textured," you say? Not in our budget, alas again.
Here are the pics I took with my phone. Please note that I did not do any editing; it's just that scary.
You can see here that we did try to paint over it just to see what it would look like.
"What did you do?" you say?
Well, I will show you once it's done. Let's just say that B went to Lowe's, and it turned into a not-so-normal day. But I kinda like those days, you know?
Update, soon, I promise!