Downtown adventure

Today was my first official day of Christmas vacation.
Here's how it was spent:

- I'm not going to tell you what time I woke up, because it was obscenely late. As it should be.
- Got ready to go to the dentist. Wondered if I got credit for brushing my teeth before going due to obvious proof on my shirt. Probably not. Head to dentist
- Leave dentist. Head to car dealership. Plastic on key fob broke, and while it still works, I have to carry it around in my purse to lock and unlock the car, and let's be honest...I can keep a movie stub from 1995, but the chances of me not losing the little black opener of car doors are slim to none.
- Discover that I would have to replace the whole key fob (which is a 2 inch by 2 inch square) and it would be $50. I don't think so. If I can make my own jewelry, I can problem-solve my way through attaching the key fob to my keychain for less than $50.
- Went back to have lunch. Just down the road from the dentist. Why couldn't I have done that before driving across town? Because I'm me.
- Decided to go to a place I heard about downtown.

Now. let's talk about my little downtown adventure. First, you should know that I am going to be in big trouble when someone finds out about this. In my defense, if I couldn't remember to give her the sunglasses back more than once this weekend, how am I supposed to remember to tell her about this place?

So, I drove downtown in the general direction of the Promised Land. I thought it was just down the road, with 'the road' being a major interstate. It was much further than I anticipated, down in the part of town where the only billboards that are in English are the ones that say "Gentleman's Club". I was also so close to the airport I could have hopped on a plane to anywhere Southwest flies. But... I found it...

It's an architectural salvage warehouse, and it is heaven on earth. Hea-ven. Rooms and rooms of junk pulled from houses that were being demolished. I was told about this by my Wendy, and I was totally going to invite her, but she was too busy giving birth to a baby girl. In honor of that momentus occasion, I came home and took a nap. It's the least I could do.

 I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't get over the myriad of things I wanted to bring home. Among the items I wanted so badly to bring home: tons of wrought iron decorative pieces, cabinet doors that were begging to be turned into artwork, various knobs, drawer pulls, and vintage locks, and several chandeleirs (I could not spell that word if my life depended on it).

What did I come home with? It's simple, but it fills a space I've been needing to fill for quite some time.

This is the top of my kitchen cabinets. Awhile ago, I turned it into the artwork that it is now. However, see that space in the corner? It's complete wasted space. It's ugly, and I've had issues with it. It also is not filled in, meaning if I put something there, it would fall right through to the bottom of the cabinets.

Welcome to my problem.

Now, welcome to the solution.

This is a pair of 2' by 4' ceiling tiles painted red, and I wanted them badly. They were not cleaned off, so I more than likely contracted hepatitis or ebola or something like that.

I asked the lady if she could cut it in half, as I only need one of the two tiles, but would be willing to pay for the set. She looked at me as if I had sprouted another head. Guess that answer is no.

I dragged it in, contracting more ebola or some such, and stood on my counter, only to discover that my cabinet top is exactly 2' from my ceiling. I decided that since I would not be able to cut it in half on my own, I would fold it in half backwards so that only one half of the tile is showing. I'm one smart cookie.

Here is the final product. I'm still thinking I'm going to move some things around, but possibly not. I've now discovered a bigger problem...

My computer's gone haywire.

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