Mark September 6, 2011 down on your calendar as the day the world of decorating changed.
Today I have created a new cause, group, following or let’s just say force of nature.
Today begins day one of W.O.W. This is a group that any gender or age may join. This group is designed to bring harmony to the universe and peace to the nations.
The group? W.illpower O.ver W.allpaper.
It is my goal to save the state of Michigan, no, the United States of America, no, the world. Heck, why stop there let’s save the Universe.
We can all forgive the sins of the past. We were all duped into thinking that wall paper was “da bomb”. People of all age groups and incomes fell for it. There was a time that you would turn your nose up if you could find no paper in the home you were visiting. It was put on a “do not visit” list.
Wallpapering as a side job was as common as udders on a cow. Some of the weaker hangers couldn’t resist the glue and it became a drug of choice.
We became impatient with our wallpaper and found stores that sold it in bins. It was as easy as walk down the aisle, point, purchase and haul it home. We could fill the bathtub up, dunk the roll, slap it up¸ smooth it out and slice the top off at the ceiling and the bottom on the base board.
Now, that design has matured and the frivolity of fakeness has been squelched, removal of the “what was I thinking” is in full swing. With each scrape and rip we wonder if whoever put the paper up took the time to prep the wall. When removing the wrong you paid to be applied to your walls, you need to pay attention. There are only two layers that need to come off. The design paper and the paper backing. That third layer you are ripping is the dry wall. You need that when it comes time to paint. Just warning you.
What propelled my passion for preventing the pain of wall paper removal? Six hours of slopping, scoring, scraping, wiping, peeling, cussing, (oops, that last one was supposed to stay in my head) sticky mess of pieces of geese all over the office floor.
What could be worse than standing on my tip toes reaching for that last speck in the corner by the ceiling? Could it be the fact that my arms are now so sore and weak I can’t bring my mocha to my lips for a sip? Or, could it be the fact that my hands are so rough I can now rub them over the wall to smooth out any imperfections? Perhaps it was the muscle spasms in my back while crawling under the desk that was enhanced by a Charlie horse in the calf of my leg. No, the worse thing was the thought that if I don’t warn the masses, the masses will run the possibility of suffering all of the above.
Why now? Why start this movement now?
One reason. It’s what has been overheard at a few decorating establishments. “Wallpaper is making a comeback. Look at all these lovely designs and cool patterns.”
STOP I say. Let us help you. WOW has 3 members all ready and we will sacrifice our afternoon coffee break to bring your senses back to full bubble.
By leaving a comment you become a full fledge member of WOW with all the benefits which include . . . hold on a minute the hot line is ringing. . .gotta get it.
Today I have created a new cause, group, following or let’s just say force of nature.
Today begins day one of W.O.W. This is a group that any gender or age may join. This group is designed to bring harmony to the universe and peace to the nations.
The group? W.illpower O.ver W.allpaper.
It is my goal to save the state of Michigan, no, the United States of America, no, the world. Heck, why stop there let’s save the Universe.
We can all forgive the sins of the past. We were all duped into thinking that wall paper was “da bomb”. People of all age groups and incomes fell for it. There was a time that you would turn your nose up if you could find no paper in the home you were visiting. It was put on a “do not visit” list.
Wallpapering as a side job was as common as udders on a cow. Some of the weaker hangers couldn’t resist the glue and it became a drug of choice.
We became impatient with our wallpaper and found stores that sold it in bins. It was as easy as walk down the aisle, point, purchase and haul it home. We could fill the bathtub up, dunk the roll, slap it up¸ smooth it out and slice the top off at the ceiling and the bottom on the base board.
Now, that design has matured and the frivolity of fakeness has been squelched, removal of the “what was I thinking” is in full swing. With each scrape and rip we wonder if whoever put the paper up took the time to prep the wall. When removing the wrong you paid to be applied to your walls, you need to pay attention. There are only two layers that need to come off. The design paper and the paper backing. That third layer you are ripping is the dry wall. You need that when it comes time to paint. Just warning you.
What propelled my passion for preventing the pain of wall paper removal? Six hours of slopping, scoring, scraping, wiping, peeling, cussing, (oops, that last one was supposed to stay in my head) sticky mess of pieces of geese all over the office floor.
What could be worse than standing on my tip toes reaching for that last speck in the corner by the ceiling? Could it be the fact that my arms are now so sore and weak I can’t bring my mocha to my lips for a sip? Or, could it be the fact that my hands are so rough I can now rub them over the wall to smooth out any imperfections? Perhaps it was the muscle spasms in my back while crawling under the desk that was enhanced by a Charlie horse in the calf of my leg. No, the worse thing was the thought that if I don’t warn the masses, the masses will run the possibility of suffering all of the above.
Why now? Why start this movement now?
One reason. It’s what has been overheard at a few decorating establishments. “Wallpaper is making a comeback. Look at all these lovely designs and cool patterns.”
STOP I say. Let us help you. WOW has 3 members all ready and we will sacrifice our afternoon coffee break to bring your senses back to full bubble.
By leaving a comment you become a full fledge member of WOW with all the benefits which include . . . hold on a minute the hot line is ringing. . .gotta get it.
