Photo Dump

My kitchen looks like hell right now. I casually told my dad that I'm sick of take-out and that it's making me fat.  He told me to cook in the unfinished kitchen.  "You have a kitchen with a working stove and sink," he says.  You be the judge.

I can't believe my dad expects me to cook in here.  You can't even see the layers of dust that I sweep daily.

Here's a before of the living room window.

 Patched up, waiting for paint.

Here's the big ass hole our friend G tried to patch with plaster.  In hindsight, it should have raised a red flag.  Imagine filling in a pothole on the road upside down.  This turned into an upside down bowl. On our ceiling. 

My dad tried to even it out, but he said it would take at least 5-6 more plaster applications and wasn't worth it.  We should have covered the hole with sheetrock, not plaster. He's going to painting over this:

Here's the backsplash tiles that R and I put up.  We're going to take off the protective film after painting.  They look uglier in person. But they're done.  I will never do Ikea Fastbo panels EVER AGAIN!