Just call me MacGyver… or a cake decorator.
This post might be a little boring to you, but I’m so proud of my hard work that I just had to show you what I did. Plus, my little adventure here is a testament to how the little things that you do around the house can make you so happy, even though nobody else will notice what you did.
Let me introduce you to the closet of the nursery:
It’s a pretty roomy closet, so we’re fixing it up in order to maximize its space and… to make it pretty, of course. I’ll show you more of this closet later on when we make some more progress, but today I want to talk about caulk.
This house was brand-new when we bought it, but the builders did a BAD job with the caulking. I can’t believe how many cracks we can see in the caulk all over this house.
It’s ridiculous. Caulking isn’t rocket science. It’s not even freshman biology.
The nursery closet was full of gaps and ugly cracks due to a bad caulking job.
Since this closet will be dedicated to our special baby, I wanted it to be perfect. I also didn’t want to fix the caulk later on after the painting and the decorating. So I decided to grin and bear it and caulk everything NOW.
Out came the caulking gun and the caulk tube that came with the house.
I put the caulk tube in the gun and squeezed. Squeezed. Squeezed some more. No caulk was coming out. I kept on squeezing and squeezing. There was a small pop… Weird.
Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze.
Until I came to the end of the caulking gun’s squeezing range. Did that make sense? I mean, I couldn’t squeeze any more. The caulking gun was all squeezed out. And there was no caulk coming out. Huh?
I pulled out the caulk tube and found this…
Oops. I broke it.
I think the caulk dried up at the top so all my squeezing was for naught and it just pushed through the bottom of the caulk tube. Good times.
I sighed and contemplated asking Nick to buy some more caulk on the way home from work.
I stared at the caulk tube.
The caulk was soft and plentiful. Wasted caulk, wasted money, wasted time.
I squinted my eyes… wait a minute. The caulk itself was still in good condition.
Now this is where the MacGyver (or cake decorator) part comes in. I grabbed a ziplock bag and put a few spoonfuls of caulk in it.
I cut off just a little bit at the tip and tested it out.
It was beautiful.
I hate hate hate hate using the caulking gun. It’s messy and it makes me all paranoid because the caulk won’t stop flowing, so I have to caulk with my heart beating fast and then quickly pull the handle on the gun to STOP THE MADNESS.
With this ziplock bag method, I could just caulk at my own pace. The bead of caulk was also tiny, so it was really easy to just wipe it down with my little finger. It felt nice. Relaxing, even.
I think I won’t ever use a caulk gun again.
Much better, right?
I caulked everything and gave the shelf and supports two coats of white paint to cover up the dingy white that was there before. Do apartments and buildings shop at the same paint store? Is the store called Dingy White Paint? Why can’t they use Ultra White? I will never understand their obsession with dingy white.
Better. Ahh. Never mind the white paint on the walls, we’ll paint over that.
Yes, much nicer.
The whole time I was doing this, I felt like I was channeling Benita from Chez Larsson – she does things like this all the time, doing the “little things” and making them all pretty and white.
So that was my caulking adventure!
I’ll tell you more about the closet very soon. I have to go and work on it right now, actually. I’m 38 weeks now and my hands are kind of swollen, so I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, Baby will come soon. I gotta hustle, people!
A little glimpse at our progress: