What seems like more fun after a few cocktails than trying to conquer a wallpapering project?
It’s what all the cool kids do on a Friday night, right?
You see, I have a pretty drab (i.e. not gaudy enough for me) wall that is screaming for some sprucing up in my mini manse and for $30, I could chevron the shit out of the bland area.
I was able to coerce my handy buddy Camo after a couple of Skinny Pirates at our local watering hole into
hanging (of course the poor guy believed me when I said I’d help) the cool new decor I’d found.
Here are the supplies you will need:
Captain Morgan (or libation of your choice)
Wallpaper (we suggest peel and stick)
Scissors (leopard print cuts better)
Tape measure (to hopefully watch someone else use)
Razor blade (just in case things don’t work out)
You will also need one pissy pussy to assist as project manager.
After removing the mirror, I documented the transformation as Camo carefully laid the first piece of paper with ease.
our his every move.
Camo had everything under control until I saw bubbles forming underneath my wall sticker.
Then in between sips of Skinny Pirates, I got my paws on the stuff and wrinkled it into a crumbly mess.
After I managed to single-handedly thwart any and all wallpapering attempts, Camo suggested a paint job which I thought sounded like a genius idea as I could sit and
watch document for this post.
And after all of the nonsense, the wall turned out pretty damn perfect.
So obviously two drunks don’t make a wallpapering right.
But what would happen if one went at it alone?
Bound and determined I was going to get this damn wallpaper up in my mini manse if it was the last thing I ever did, another boring wall was selected for me to manhandle.
Rolling out the chevron sticker in my kitchen kinda made me wish this was a rug (wine makes the mind wander, doesn’t it?).
Once I thought the wallpaper was ready to go up, I quickly had to stop and guzzle a glass of vino as the fucking wrinkles, bubbles and creases reared their ugly heads again.
Upon using wine as an alternative to Xanax, I calmly kept forging ahead in my not-so-perfect project because by God this was going to work.
After two hours of cussing, sweating, swearing, drinking and fighting through the urge to burn the wallpaper, the stars suddenly aligned and my luck turned a corner for the better.
As I stepped back to admire my minor accomplishment, I had a feeling I’d soon be known as a world-renowned wallpaper hanger upper.
Until I got a little closer for a look at remaining imperfections from the sloppy installer.
Upon taking a further step back, I realized the job was lacking something pretty major…
Maybe three drunks will be my lucky charm?
I’ll keep you posted.